Percy stands next to Vashti and waits to see where she goes with this. Her smile beams from ear to ear.
For lack of bettter terms his butt started to wiggle as he slinked his shoulders lower his eyes focusing on this brilliant red gleaming globe of glass... It was calling him, taunting him really begging to be ... He slowly reared his paw back but at the last moment glared at it... or perhaps it was the Sigrun laughed that caught his ears...
He tilted his head wondering what merriment he missed...
"Wha...." he began another gleaming ornament catching his eye and stealing his words. . . .
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Vashti circles Lyosha, inspecting him like a prize horse for sale.
You are certainly more robust than my last husband.
He was a mage, his strength lay in knowledge and intellect.
He had the same gift for lack of words as you.
The first time we met, it was at a winter festival.
He had far more to drink than he could handle, stumbled over to me and proclaimed his adoration and my extraordinary beauty.
Then he passed out on the floor.
He made up for it the next day after he woke up, however.
Neverhome tries to keep his eyes on Vashti as she circles him like a lioness but the swaying of the room disagrees with any movement he makes. "First time Alma and I met we were out hunting, separately. We ended up on opposing sides of same moose and she drew and let flew her arrow first. Moose jumped out of way and, well," with a slight chuckle he runs a finger across the scar starting at the corner of his mouth and running across the side of his face. "She kissed me before she even saw me," he adds with a wistful smile on his face, exaggerated like all of his mouth's movements by that scar.
Hobbes grumbles as his drink is taken away by the rude adulterer. He then Rolls On the Floor Laughing as the goils try to convince Lyosha of his new married state.
Percy tries to glare at red and Hobbes, but she has an extremely hard time not breaking down in laughter. Now, now you two! You shouldn't be laughing! This is a joyous occasion!
Trying to move in a straight line he instead finds his movements zig-zagged, though if he notices he doesn't let it show as he shrugs. Da! Due to machinations of weird plant being left around for anyone to stumble under I now have TWO beautiful wives." He'll then take a moment to stop as the whole room seems to tilt up in a seesaw motion. Looking over at Sigrun he'll catch himself before he stumbles over. "Would you like to be beautiful wife too?"
How long has it been since we've eaten. Because he just downed a LOT of whiskey at once... Percy says with some concern.
Hobbes just produces another cheap bottle of whiskey from his pack and starts downing the contents. "Stupid kid getting all the attention."
Three powerful women in your life?
I can cook and run the household, what will Sigrun and Alma do?
A do not see Red sweeping the floor or doing dishes.
Look over the table for drinks, finding none she digs in her pack for her last bit of whiskey.
Adds it to eggnog and sips away.
Hobbes just produces another cheap bottle of whiskey from his pack and starts downing the contents. "Stupid kid getting all the attention."
"Vashti's made it quite clear she doesn't share," Sigrun says laughing. Raising am eyebrow she walks over to Silence. "You ok?" she says resting her hand on the back of his neck.
Hobbes just produces another cheap bottle of whiskey from his pack and starts downing the contents. "Stupid kid getting all the attention."
"But I like powerful women! Alma is great huntress and Miss Sigrun is great fighter... And I don't have floors or dishes so I don't see why that got brought up."
Seeing Sigrun turn away the swaying man gets a pout on his face. "She's already sharing! Alma was first! Stupid plant picked Vashti for me, so now I'm picking you!"
This moved quickly and poorly, he might have had more than he could handle..
Her decades of experience kicking in, Vashti hooks a chair with her foot and slides it behind Lyosha.
A soft foot behind his knee puts him off his balance for a moment as she plants her hand on his chest and moves him into the chair.
Now a little weight to slow him down. What trouble have I made today?
Then she sits herself in his lap and wraps her spare arm around his neck.
I feel Sigrun will be the one to choose her way. I believe will find who suits her and she will always hold them close.
Well, this is escalating quickly. Percy comments under her breath. She clears her throat and asks, Should we find a different... wherever this is?
Letting out a sigh he'll rest his head against her. "I know, I'm sorry. I would just like some say in my own life... Just for once."
You can tell me no sweety. I would not be angry or upset.
The Lady of Graves does not honor marriages that are unwanted.
This wife of yours, I'm sure there was choice there, was there not?
I find it hard to believe anyone could force you to do something you didn't want.
You are not that much older than my son would be now.
You have many choices to make in your life.
You have already made more than he did and you will go on to make many more.
Pats Lyosha on the cheek and kisses the top of his head.
Poor child...I am a bad, bad, wicked women..
Neverhome shakes his head a bit before looking up. "Nyet, Alma chose me and I chose her. Saying no never occured to me. I don't make choices, I react. Fate picks my life for me and I react. My life has never been my own."
Taking a moment to gather himself he'll continue. "So you... Would not be mad? If I said no?"
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While everyone was busy either making fun of Lyosha (or sulking in the corner with a whiskey bottle), Crow was growing more and more perplexed. While he and Zses weren't exactly the portrait of normal people/avians, the fact that his feathers were starting to emanate sparkly particles was decidedly very not normal. That wouldn't have bothered the talking raven, if it wasn't for the fact that the lights on the tree apparently awoke Silence's primal instincts. With his own body growing more sparkly by the minute, Crow stealthily moves away from the samukitten.
Very far away from the samukitten.
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Whispers in Lyosha's ear
Well, it would narrow my options down considerably.
Silence and Hobbes would be interesting choices, but, they are not compatible.
Ered would out live me by centuries, I truly would grow old and die before his eyes.
Zes is just as much a youngling to me as you.
That means I would need to wait until we are finished before I could go hunting for a husband again.
No, little one, I would not be angry.
Such devotion and love is it's own strength you know.
You should use it to become stronger.
There, that's where it lives.
It can be more powerful than the strength in your limbs.
Even with my husband, son, family and friends gone, their love carries me on.
I carry it in me as my strength.
Make a good choice, Lyosha. Have a say in your life. Tell me no.
With a rueful smile forming on his face he'll hug the healer on his lap. "Thank you Mamushka... And No. But I will keep eye out for mates for you. Now, I think it would be best if I laid down for awhile and let my thoughts settle."
He jumped from Sigrun's touch and smiled quite sheepishly at the tree and the attention catching ornamnents...
"Yes yes I am...."
"Good, I was not thinking of attacking the sparkly shiny tree."
He said carefully moving away from the tree his tail lashing. his whiskers twitched at well the sudden way in which friend Neverhome sat in his seat.
Sigrun smiles as the Samurai shakes off his...distraction. "Your fur is extremely soft."
He beamed, that is to say grinned very widely with a toothy smile.
"Why thank you! I dont really do anything special with it besides the occasional brushgroom yes yes.
He glanced around for a moment then leaned in conspiritorially.
Whats going on with friend neverhome? is he okay?
He whispered to the red haired warrioress.
"I think he's married, and had a hard time telling Vashti that. She was playfully saying he's a prospect for a husband....well partially palyfully." Sigrun replies in a whisper.
Ered blanches at the present given to him, then he blanches again at the mention of the whole marrying bit.
"I prefer to stay away from marriages, as best I can. Leads to dangerous things."
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As Ered speaks Sigrun gives Lyosha an odd glance, looking down at the bracers she wears for a moment with a trace of a smile.
His whiskers twitched and he almost started to laugh. Acting like he was rubbing he nose he continued to whisper.
"He told us that too, after he told some half orc bandit woman that I was some foreign lordling who thought she was pretty. It was very nice of him but she ran off once we dispatched all the bad pretend sentinals.
He shrugged ang gave that feline like smile.
Any idea where we are?
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Groggily raising his head after hearing Eredhaias' comment (or being struck by a random thought) he'll begin speaking and at pointing at the area directly to the left of the elf.
"As dangerous as fire that keeps you from freezing to death. Love is beautiful, to be entwined so completely in another person, body, mind, and soul is paradise. To share in their joys and their miseries. To lay down your life for them without thought. Nothing can compare to two souls becoming one. Nothing..." A few more words escape his lips but they are lost to mumbles as Neverhome dozes back off.
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That was beautiful. A soft heart lies beneath the scarred surface.
"Or it's a cruel and unusual punishment kid. One that can make ya miserable." Hobbes shakes his head while taking another swig.
His nose twitched at the unexpected poetic moment from friend Neverhome. His ears twitched and his wrinkled as the aroma's of that nogegg wafted over his nose.
Is that how this lands does poetry?
He asked slowly easing his way torwards the table and that smell. He wanted some of whatever that was that was for sure.
Percy can't help but notice Hobbes trying to make himself scarce, but she's torn on whether or not to invade his one man drinking party.
Finally, she just does it and walks over. Hey, are you ok?
Perhaps it was the copious amounts of hard liquor. Perhaps it was the frustration from being ignored. "So now you notice, huh sweetcheeks?" He says with a hiccup.
Percy looks at Hobbes a little sideways. How much of that have you had?
"Not enough. I still got feelings." Hobbes takes another swig from the half full bottle.
Percy huffs and snatches the bottle. We already have a drunk Irrisen here. We don't need a drunk Halfling too. C'mon. Play time's over. Let's get you two sober again. She holds out a burnt and scarred hand to help him up, bracing for the pain that it will cause if he takes it.
Hobbes grumbles as his booze is taken away. He takes Percy's hand, blinking as he sees her wince in pain as he does so. "Fine, beautiful."
Very good. I don't like drunk people. They have a way of bursting into flame around Allie...
So, let's get you un-drunk as soon as possible.
"How do ya plan on doin' that?"
Not sure... Momma. Do you have any ideas on how to purge the drunk from these boys? I have a few ideas, but they're unpleasant and sometimes they don't work.
"Just let them sleep it off. Wherever we are it seems like it doesn't affect everything else." Sigrun suggests.
My normal way is to let them sleep it off, but lets get some food in them.
That will help.
Cracks knuckles.
They have not earned my "other" sobering technique.
Lyosha has kept his hands to himself and Hobbes is has overindulged a bit.
Thinks for a second, eyes widen in horror momentary.
Looks at the twins.
NO FIRE.
Percy pouts, but leads Hobbes over to the table and starts filing his plate with breads and meats.
