Her eyes light as she remembers something else, <I know you may already have something picked out... but I thought of a present for Lio and Shae's wedding that they may like. Small portrait amulets in the shape of an acorn for each of them.> A pleased if embarrassed smile, <We might even be able to get the pictures done before hand as a surprise... maybe...>
<What do you think?>
|Gansukh, this is Sandru, my friend. Now lead on, lad.|
Alaric sells a unit of trade goods for 260 gp.
"Oh, caught that, did you?" Sandru asks. "I suppose once Ameiko shot him down, it was only a matter of time before he was after me again with his charmingly racist wit."
Her eyes light as she remembers something else, <I know you may already have something picked out... but I thought of a present for Lio and Shae's wedding that they may like. Small portrait amulets in the shape of an acorn for each of them.> A pleased if embarrassed smile, <We might even be able to get the pictures done before hand as a surprise... maybe...What do you think?>
<Once again, you can count me in ... although, do you mind if I get Liothonae something on my own recognizances as well? I'm in the bridal party, so I feel that I should give her an individual gift, too.>
<Zaiobe, you were amazing the other night on stage. Just incredible. Much more than this toad deserves. I was too cranky to say anything about it at the time, but, you know, I was thinking it. Which you probably knew already.>
She smiles. <Thank you. I must admit it was nice to work in a medium that I ... can work in. I hadn't thought about puppetry.>
After the performance, Melinda smiles at Spivey and Joran clearly amazed by the spectacular job they did. Zaiobe on the other hand gets a hug and a kiss on the cheek.Zaiobe blushes prettily.
Mel rolls her eyes at something that the other woman communicates, and then turns a happy green herself. She leans against Alaric, smiles at the other woman.
<Just so you know,> she says. <Jorun, Ulf, and I are planning to take Liothonae out for her bachelorette party after the Feast of the Honored Visitors. Just thought you should know in case you, Tollin, and Ameiko wanted to do the same for Shalelu.>
Mel rolls her eyes at something that the other woman communicates, and then turns a happy green herself. She leans against Alaric, smiles at the other woman.
Mel rolls her eyes at something that the other woman communicates, and then turns a happy green herself. She leans against Alaric, smiles at the other woman.
Mel's arms slip around Alaric for a hug, clear sign that he is on her mind.
<Once again, you can count me in ... although, do you mind if I get Liothonae something on my own recognizances as well? I'm in the bridal party, so I feel that I should give her an individual gift, too.>
Mel shakes her head, <Nope. If you have something else in mind, I'm sure she will appreciate it.> A smile, <She asked me to play music at the wedding. It makes sense that she would make the wedding party the people that she likes to be around.> Mel's smile widens, <I'm sure that you will all make sure that her wedding day goes smoothly.>
She smiles. <Thank you. I must admit it was nice to work in a medium that I ... can work in. I hadn't thought about puppetry.>
Mel just grins, the shadow puppetry replaying itself in her mind.
Mel's arms slip around Alaric for a hug, clear sign that he is on her mind.
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"I missed his comment," Alaric says, "care to share?" At the bar, Alaric orders some of the local booze, since Sandru seems to prefer that.
"Some b@$&@~+# about how he was happy to handle selling the trade goods, in case my criminal Varisian reputation had preceded me," Sandru grouses. "I don't know how Ameiko puts up with it. I think she thinks he's not serious."
"This is good stuff," he adds, sampling the alcohol.
Another drink. "Anything happen with Uksahkka?"
Mel's arms slip around Alaric for a hug, clear sign that he is on her mind.
Mel nods grinning. Then shrugs.
<Maybe tomorrow while I'm finishing up the palace tour?> She shrugs, <I know it's silly, but I don't like to exclude Alaric from conversation when he is around.>
After a moment, he clears his throat, yet instead of speaking, he merely projects through the link. <I was thinking about the three of us. Right now, Zaiobe, you're sort of in a bad position, but I had an idea to help with that. I was thinking that whenever two of us have sex without the third, in the next encounter, the third has the option of deciding what we do. Right now, Z, you're the only one who gets to exercise the rule. What do you two think?>
Alaric laughs. "I'll admit to some racism myself toward Hrunndalf's people. Well, more toward their culture. I don't think they're genetic barbarians."
"I've met plenty of perfectly nice Ulfens, and a heck of a lot of screwed-up Varisians. Korvosa and Riddleport are full of 'em. So I'm putting the blame for Hrunndalf's Hrunndalfity squarely on Hrunndalf."
Alaric drinks deeply of the rice beer. "Agreed. We should take some along, introduce it to Rhost and Kalimac."
He nods agreement.
Another drink. "Anything happen with Uksahkka?"
Sandru nods. "Got a date planned while we're in the city. Should be ... interesting," he says, gazing at the entourage around the bar. "Think we should buy them beers?" he asks.
Mel thinks about Alaric's suggestion. Then, a bit nervously, she nods assent.
Mel nods grinning. Then shrugs.
Zaiobe nods agreement.
"I've met plenty of perfectly nice Ulfens, and a heck of a lot of screwed-up Varisians. Korvosa and Riddleport are full of 'em. So I'm putting the blame for Hrunndalf's Hrunndalfity squarely on Hrunndalf."
"Fair point."
Sandru nods. "Got a date planned while we're in the city. Should be ... interesting," he says, gazing at the entourage around the bar. "Think we should buy them beers?" he asks.
"Yes." Alaric orders a round for the servants. [b]"Mel, Z, and I are looking for a little time to ourselves but it's tough with our new drinking companions everywhere.
"Um, guys?" Myri is still looking clearly embarrassed. "Um, whatever else we do, could I dance on the night of the Feast of Honored Visitors? I...would like to honor my sister...and...the memory of my mother as well."
"I've had rich people I know tell me that eventually you stop noticing them, they just kind of fade into the background," Sandru comments in Halfling. "I'm rather hoping I never find out if that's true."
<All right,> she says.
<Is the eventual goal that some day ... each of you will also be exercising this rule at some point?> she asks.
<... And balconies. We should have balconies.)>
You are still far north enough that the last day of the month is cool, but the weather is definitely getting warmer as the days progress.
Just before Melinda is about to embark on her second morning tour of the Palace, a pretty Tian servant with fine features, whom you might have noted as being a part of Ameiko's retinue, curtsies to Melinda as she is passing by.
|Have you ever been to a masquerade ball?| the woman asks, apparently apropos of nothing.
You are still far north enough that the last day of the month is cool, but the weather is definitely getting warmer as the days progress.
Just before Melinda is about to embark on her second morning tour of the Palace, a pretty Tian servant with fine features, whom you might have noted as being a part of Ameiko's retinue, curtsies to Melinda as she is passing by.
|Have you ever been to a masquerade ball?| the woman asks, apparently apropos of nothing.
Mel looks at the woman with a smile her head cocking to one side, |No, ma'am. I have not, why do you ask?|
Again Rhost sits down in a heated bath and falls immediately to sleep. When he awakens, he sets back off toward the kitchen. |Kitchen?|
When he arrives, he starts pointing to those unrecognizable things from the previous evening. |What?| and |How work?|
In the evening, as people begin to trickle in, returning from various ventures around and about, Ameiko gathers the Caravan together prior to that night's feast.
"Niisiis, ükskõik teil õnnestub leida midagi poliitilise olukorra Minkai?" she asks. "Mul õnnestus teha mõned paludes umbes täna hommikul, kuid ma püüdsin hoida seda peent koos ... saatjaskond rippus ümber."
Halfling:"So, any of you manage to find out anything about the political situation in Minkai? I managed to do some asking around this morning, but I was trying to keep it subtle with the ... entourage hanging around."
"No Sama asi. ma teada, et Forest of Spirits on iidne koht, mis jääb Hongal ja Minkai. mets on teada, et kummitab, nii et tee Minkai nimega Spirit Road, seelikud metsa lõunas ja läänes. Lojaalne samurai of Minkai s Jade Regent patrull Spirit Road suurel hulgal, et hoida seda avatud ja turvaline."
Myri shrugs, not thinking this to be overly helpful.
Rolling to find out about the situation in the city, political, social, and otherwise, while trying not to upset the entourage...
diplomacy
knowledge local/nobility/history at +10
knowledge religion/geography at + 8
Perception at + 19
Sense Motive at + 4
Myri grins widely, "Of course, feel free. I think cake and bonfires are a great idea." Myri licks her lips.
"Thank ye." Lio says, then asks, "Does she 'ave a cake she likes aside from strawberries and vanilla?"
"Um, guys?" Myri is still looking clearly embarrassed. "Um, whatever else we do, could I dance on the night of the Feast of Honored Visitors? I...would like to honor my sister...and...the memory of my mother as well."
Lio smiles at this, then approaches the group, when they're planning the meal. She speaks slowly and clearly.
"Desnus one, is the date of the Feast of Honored Visitors. I request and propose that we incorporate the tradition of having two Bonfires and individual cakes for each attendee, as part of our dinner."
"It is also Shalelu's birthday, if you are not aware, but wish to know such a thing."
Then the link gets filled with images of what everyone named in a vain attempt to put it all together.
|At once, Milady!| a cheerful girl says, and you are taken to a bakery offering a large assortment of Tian breads and pastries.
|Thank you.| Lio says to the girl. As the group makes its way through the city, Lio is careful to be polite.
In the pastry shop, Lio smiles. She loves baked goods. She looks over the pastries carefully, favoring those with tart sour fruit, sweet fruit, or just plain sweet, if fruits aren't in season and aren't available canned. |Would each of you recommend a desert? I'd like to try different things.| Lio asks the group of eager servants. If it is available, she also picks up a loaf of crusty bread. She will get the box(es) of deserts to go. "Do you see anything you like?" She asks you softly, and promptly pays for anything that catches your eye.
"That sounds like a very good plan," Shalelu replies in the same language. "And I rather like the idea of going dressed up to one of the feasts and going out after. And being spanked after that. For I have been naughty. Perhaps the Feast of Fire?"
Lio blushes even brighter. "Do you think, they have... an establishment here, that sell... naughty things?" Lio asks you.
As you and Shalelu talk, one of the blue-skinned people approaches you. He maintains a respectful distance and does not interrupt you, waiting until you are done with your conversation and acknowledge him, but he clearly wishes to talk.
Lio smiles, her expression polite. you (Shae) can probably tell that Lio is a bit overwhelmed at the gaggle of servants, but doing her best to cope. |Hi. Uhm...may I help you?| Lio asks the blue skinned man with a small smile.
There are tears in the Prince's eyes by the time the story is completed. He applauds for a solid five minutes, as do all 300 of the other guests present, not stopping until the Prince does.
"That was lovely, simply lovely," the Prince finally says, overcome. "The simple elegance of the story, the surpassing loveliness of the music of far away - you have a particularly lovely voice, I could not help but notice," he adds to Myriana. "You show how decrepit and moribund the arts are in this land," he continues, shaking his head sadly.
...
A slight flush once again has found it's way to Myri's cheeks. She does not meet the Prince's gaze. |"We are humbled by your approbation, your Eminence. We know that our raw, untrained talent was only a small note in the ballad of Lady Ameiko's song. And truly the styles are so different the two cannot be compared. Until just recently I had never even heard of throat singing, but now I find it...absolutely fascinating.|" She glances briefly at Uksahkka before looking admiringly at the performers that went before. |"I am truly excited and full of wonder at what other forms of art and music might reveal themselves as we travel in this vast new world we have come to."|
"Indeed she does," Buttersnips agrees. "In fact, as they say among my people, 난 두개의 젓가락을 가지고 있으며 두 눈을 가지고, 어떤 매혹적인 우연의 일치."
Myri's nose twitches just slightly, and she takes a moment to blink away an offending mote that got in her eye.
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Alaric sells a unit of trade goods for 260 gp.
Myri will do so as well.
At some point, Zaiobe tracks you down and offers a hand to you so she can talk.
<Just so you know,> she says. <Jorun, Ulf, and I are planning to take Liothonae out for her bachelorette party after the Feast of the Honored Visitors. Just thought you should know in case you, Tollin, and Ameiko wanted to do the same for Shalelu.>
Myri reaches out and lightly catches Ameiko's hand and pulls her in as well with an apologetic smile. <I think having the bachelorette parties at the same time would be an excellent idea. That way they're not waiting for one another on separate occasions. Um,> she glances from Ameiko to Zaiobe and back again, <better to be together or apart? I don't really think is entirely following a tradition thing, is it?>
"Um, guys?" Myri is still looking clearly embarrassed. "Um, whatever else we do, could I dance on the night of the Feast of Honored Visitors? I...would like to honor my sister...and...the memory of my mother as well."
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Myri grins widely, "Of course, feel free. I think cake and bonfires are a great idea." Myri licks her lips.
"Thank ye." Lio says, then asks, "Does she 'ave a cake she likes aside from strawberries and vanilla?"
"Um, guys?" Myri is still looking clearly embarrassed. "Um, whatever else we do, could I dance on the night of the Feast of Honored Visitors? I...would like to honor my sister...and...the memory of my mother as well."
Lio smiles at this, then approaches the group, when they're planning the meal. She speaks slowly and clearly.
"Desnus one, is the date of the Feast of Honored Visitors. I request and propose that we incorporate the tradition of having two Bonfires and individual cakes for each attendee, as part of our dinner."
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"Two bonfires per...? Isn't that going to make kind of a large fire? Sa ei kavatse põletamisel lossi maha sa oled?"
Myri looks a little doubtful.
Lio sighs. "Not two bonfires per person... two bonfires total, one cake per person."
Lio sighs. "Not two bonfires per person... two bonfires total, one cake per person."
"oh." Myri says a little sheepishly.
"oh." Myri says a little sheepishly.
Lio shrugs. "I wasnot clear." She says.