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Post by Andraste Jora on Dec 20, 2016 18:30:40 GMT
"That's unfortunate." Andraste knew little about romantic relationships and less about marriage but she felt sorry for the mayor. She thought a moment "Why not try to distract him tonight, make him happy? Then you can ask what the problem is later, when Lysander is more relaxed, and hopefully sober."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 20, 2016 18:56:32 GMT
The Mayor held back a snicker and decided to answer the advice in the spirit it was offered. "Thank you my dear. I will take that into account. How has your day been my dear?"
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Post by Andraste Jora on Dec 20, 2016 19:19:46 GMT
"Well enough, so far. Mother and I held our vigil and had breakfast, that's all. But I like our old traditions. Come have a drink with me? You need to take your mind off your troubles."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 20, 2016 20:14:26 GMT
Azure nodded and said. "I would love another mead. The oak One." The mayor have her a nod the head and then flashed Riku a secret smile.
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Post by Andraste Jora on Dec 20, 2016 20:27:16 GMT
She smiled, excused herself and went to find the drinks, whilst looking around fortge sight of any friendly faces,
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 20, 2016 20:49:19 GMT
The mead was against the wall. There was a servant waiting to fill her mugs. He bowed and served her quickly.
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Post by Andraste Jora on Dec 20, 2016 21:03:13 GMT
She smiled and carried cups of mead back to the mayor.
"Do you have any special plans for the day?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 20, 2016 21:50:03 GMT
The Mayor nodded, "Aye. I will be hosting the law giver feast this evening. Every one is invited of course."
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Post by Andraste Jora on Dec 20, 2016 21:53:57 GMT
"All duty and no revels?" She asked, unable to keep the teasing element out of her voice.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 21, 2016 0:01:17 GMT
Posupniar Azure nodded in acknowledgement. "Indeed, that is the cost of leadership my dear. You should keep that in mind if you wish to follow your mother into her office some day."
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Post by Sabarrah on Dec 21, 2016 0:21:04 GMT
Sabarrah quietly enters the cottage in leather gear with her hood up, which she sweeps back when she has entered and upon seeing the gathering she winches and softly but audibly says 'Apoligies.. my errend took longer than I ment for it to..' Her bow is in one hand and the quiver on her back. Hanging off her belt is a brace of soft pelted bunnies. Light and dark, like apposing mirror images. A matched pair to signify the aspects of the celebrations. 'Greetings all..' She bows a bit to the gathering. 'Am I very late Mother?' She asks quieter once shes walked over to her.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 21, 2016 0:29:37 GMT
Riku looked at her daughter, and rubbed a hand across her temple. She was a tall and striking woman. When she moved though, it was obvious that she was far into her cups. "I had forgotten you were in town my daughter. There is nothing for you to worry about."
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Post by Sabarrah on Dec 21, 2016 0:37:43 GMT
Sabarrah smiles a little. Inwardly sighing at how much her mother must have drunk already. 'Should I change into something more suitible for the gathering?' She asks as she looks about to see who has come and who she may recognise or be friendly with.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 21, 2016 1:30:09 GMT
Riku looked at her daughter with the leather gear and shrugged apathetically. "I do not presume to dictate fashion to you my daughter." She stroked her blonde hair over her shoulder and finished off her mead.
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Post by Lorel Shadowstep on Dec 21, 2016 4:46:14 GMT
Having just arrived, and looking forward to the evening, Lorel spotted her father within a small gathering. Around him she recognized Riku and Wynnter's daughter. "Father, I did not catch you at home this morning" she said, approaching. "Trust the mob here is still subjugated, or is it placated, can never keep track?" she joked, looking to the rest with a slight sweep of the arm.
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