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Post by Toustain Roumare on Dec 24, 2016 1:55:09 GMT
Toustain wiped his face with the back of his hand, before stepping in front of his sister and the others.
"That was ill-done....mother." he said directly, the last word clipped and forced. He glanced toward Sabarrah and nodded. "A good idea, sister. Get what you need."
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Post by Lorel Shadowstep on Dec 24, 2016 4:39:50 GMT
"Nice aim" Lorel commented once Riku was at a safe distance.
"Now that is a plan I can get behind, where did you have in mind?" Lorel asked Sabarrah in response.
"And is the one bottle detail of high importance?"
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Post by Sabarrah on Dec 24, 2016 10:09:47 GMT
Sabarrah shakes her head once at Lorel. 'Just whatever you wish to drink and anything you may fancy from the food I guess..' She glances at each of the others and shrugs sightly. 'Anywhere.. I'll meet you outside.'
Sabarrah goes to the kitchen and getting a few vegetables and the like to make rabbit skewers, she would also nab a few bottles of mild drink and some goodies that will travel a bit without damage from the hired chefs to round the meal out for everyone.
She puts it all into a bag and then she goes to her room as quietly as possible to grab her pack.
On the way out she frowns and going back she scribbles a note for Maribell apoligising that shes had to leave on short notice and thanking her for her hosting of the party.
Sabarrah would then go outside to meet whoever has decided to leave of the younger generation.
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Dec 24, 2016 10:19:37 GMT
Toustan joined his sister shortly after, his mouth set in a thin line. "That was a short stay on my part. I wonder if she'll remember tomorrow."
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Post by Lorel Shadowstep on Dec 24, 2016 11:22:12 GMT
As the group dispersed, Lorel made a quick path to the stronger drinks, a path she knew well. She eyed up several options, before settling on one.
With her drinks in hand, she made for the food.
She opted to circle the tables of food at a medium pace, her free hand darting out to grab a piece of food every couple of seconds. In spite of her size, she had always had a decent appetite. Even after ten years, she could not shake some habits from before.
Once she had sampled enough of the tables, she made her way outside. Spotting the two siblings, she approached.
"I'm sure you will be fine... Your armor is real, not ceremonial, right?"
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Dec 25, 2016 0:46:00 GMT
Toustain tapped his armor and grinned, his natural good humor rapidly returning. He raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. "You know, I think it is real."
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Post by Lorel Shadowstep on Dec 25, 2016 1:37:38 GMT
"Then you will certainly... well so long as she does not escalate from throwing mugs..." Lorel joked.
"Ah, you know how to duck, it'll be fine"
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Post by Andraste Jora on Dec 28, 2016 19:38:05 GMT
Andraste had wandered off by herself and was looking for someone to talk to.
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Dec 28, 2016 20:54:06 GMT
Toustain nodded at Lorel. "I'm becoming used to it. I have half a mind to head to the village green, until my mother either drinks herself into a stupor or she sobers up. The first is more likely."
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Post by Sabarrah on Dec 28, 2016 21:36:32 GMT
Sabarrah shakes her head sadly. 'I do not know what she will or will not remember.. she forgot I was here..' She sighs a little. 'Perhaps it would be better to be away from here..' She looks sardonicly bemused. 'Perhaps there be a noble quest that shall swoop us to parts unknown and glory untold.' She flutters her eye lashes sarcasticly.
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Post by Toustain Roumare on Dec 29, 2016 1:18:27 GMT
Toustain chuckled. "Perhaps. We shall not find such here."
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Post by Lorel Shadowstep on Dec 29, 2016 13:55:50 GMT
"Why so pessimistic Toustain" Lorel said.
"We have all day for something to happen, and you seem to underestimate the power of strong drink. Today is a day of possibilities, we might get sent to... I don't know, rescue some chickens... find some apples... right?" she continued, fighting a losing battle to keep a straight face.
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Post by Sabarrah on Dec 29, 2016 14:36:52 GMT
Sabarrah says deadpan-like 'Perhaps the apples are holding the chickens hostage and their demands are for less cider to be made of them.'
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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 29, 2016 19:23:17 GMT
Andraste had wandered off by herself and was looking for someone to talk to. Anabell grabbed Andraste's arm. "Let us go out side my darling. I want to prepare for the contests." |
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Post by Andraste Jora on Dec 29, 2016 20:57:11 GMT
Andraste had wandered off by herself and was looking for someone to talk to. Anabell grabbed Andraste's arm. "Let us go out side my darling. I want to prepare for the contests." "Sure." Andraste smiled. "I could do with clearing my head anyway." |
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