The Wobbly Goblet Playground Options

[King Coin]

“Thank you,” Aravi said to Salyan, when the other woman offered her seat. Aravi gratefully sat down next to Serene. “How are you feeling Serene? Do you need another drink or some food perhaps?”

Salyan expressed interest in seeing Skyrim. Aravi surprised herself with what she said next, she barely knew this other person. “We are just going for a quick raid in a cavern. If you can defend yourself, you can come with us if you wish. Darnand, Kayla,” She gestured to the where Darnand and Kayla were, “and Vera are all going. You haven’t met Vera yet I don’t think.”

A thought struck her. “Do you know a soul trap spell?”

[minque]

Serene

She gladly accepted the chair and the water that suddenly appeared in fron of her..

Gah...am I that rusty? Healing is really taking its toll out of me...must practise more


“How are you feeling Serene? Do you need another drink or some food perhaps?” Aravi asked her

Serene smiled at the khajiiti woman and gently stroke her hand

"Ah well yes...maybe some fruit and a mug of Nord Mead, it's mt blood sugar..it gets low when I do these things"

"Now thank you, Aravi for your help, I really couldn't have done it without you!" Serene knew for sure that the presence and support of that khajiit was doing the trick, she was really awesome!

'Aravi, you are a remarkable woman..I'm so glad to have you as friend...ehh that's what we are, right?...Friends?"

"Seth..so where are you when I need you? Thank the Nines for this khajiiti woman..who was here when I needed her"

[Grits]

Darnand smiled at Kayla’s teasing. He glanced at his feet while his cheeks flushed like a lad’s.

When Aravi spoke he looked over at Salyan to see how she’d react to the invitation to join them in the Skyrim expedition. Darnand briefly wondered if she had any Nord ancestors, with her fair hair and sturdy shoulders.

He waited for an opening in the talk so as not to interrupt.

“I wish you a good evening,” he said to Sethyas and Serene. “It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He turned to Aravi and Salyan. “I shall escort Kayla to her chamber and then retire to make my preparations. You may find me in Abiene’s room if something should occur in the night. Otherwise I shall see you on the morrow.”

Then he held out his arm to Kayla, bent at the elbow for her to grasp. Belatedly he realized that she was probably strong enough to toss him over her shoulder and haul him up the stairs, but a custom was a custom. Besides, she may still feel unsteady.

[Elisabeth Hollow]

Kayla briefly looked at Darnand's elbow, confused. At first, she thought that maybe he had meant to elbow her, but that notion was quickly banished when he held his elbow out longer than that would take. She then realized that she had seen gentlemen walk through the streets with their woman on their arms, their elbows held out this way. The women had their hands slipped into the crook of the man's elbows, and allowed themselves to be led around.

Kayla wasn't particularly fond of being led around, but she allowed herself to be, purely for the sake of being polite. She wondered at the lives of rich women, what it must be like to be led around all day by men. She didn't find the women of Cyrodiil particularly thick-skinned, but rather soft. The women from other provinces seemed to have a handle on their fates, whereas the women of Cyrodiil, or rather, most of them, seemed to be content with being led around.

She slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow and gently held it, giving him a tight smile as she looked down at him. She had never known Darnand to be condescending, but his bookish attitude and focused look suggested that he was no idiot or dabbler of magicks. It wasn't a past time for him, nor a hobby.

She realized that she was slightly attracted to him, but knew that it would never evolve beyond a crush. Men like him didn't give women like her the time of day, and perhaps that was for the best. Relationships like that did not last long, the smart men usually looking down on the woman, if they hadn't before, for not being as intelligent, and the woman seeing the man as weak for being unable to defend themselves without magick.

She let out a soft sigh as they walked up the stairs. She let herself lean on him, his robes brushing softly against her leg. When they reach what she believed was her door, she let go of her arm and fumbled her key.

"Thank you," she said as she went to unlock her door, but found it was unlocked. That's right, Laegon doesn't have a key. She gave him a shy smile.

"You're a sweet man, making sure I was alright, then escorting me up here." She gave him another shy smile before planting a chaste kiss on his cheek, lingering for a moment, before pulling away. She patted his shoulder and slipped inside her door and closed it softly.

[Grits]

Darnand stood for a moment outside Kayla’s closed door. His cheek felt warm from her soft kiss.

An idea began to dawn. Was she… flirting with me? He had been flustered over possibly offending her with his Cyrodiil-style gesture. It hadn’t occurred that he might have been awkward in another way as well. He considered high elf women and warrior women to be equally unobtainable. A high elf warrior woman was twice as far out of his reach. Especially one as vibrant and beautiful as Kayla.

Nothing to be done now, he thought. I shall have ample opportunity to embarrass myself further on the way to Skyrim.

He let himself into Abiene’s chamber. The room was dimly lit by two candles, one by the bed and another on a side table. It took him a moment to realize that Abiene was already asleep.

He slipped off his shoes and drifted over to the bed.

She lay on her side with one hand folded under her chin and the other tucked between her knees. Her mouth was open slightly. He could hear her breath whistle softly as she exhaled. Dark curls tangled over the pillow, leaving her slender neck bare in the candlelight. The top of her modest bedgown had slipped down in the back. He could see the delicate hollow between her shoulder blades.

It was not uncommon in rented shelter to share a bed without “sharing a bed,” as the expression went. Darnand washed up and changed into a nightshirt. A gentleman should not presume.

She had folded the covers back on the empty side. It looked as if she had fluffed the pillow for him.

Darnand sighed. He unpacked his bedroll and laid it out on the floor.

[King Coin]

Aravi waved to the bartender again and made the necessary orders: mead and a small bowl of fruit. She ordered a hot cup of tea for herself.

“I hope you like strawberries,” she told the other woman. “And I hope you don’t mind Salyan and I taking a few of them either.”

Serene idly touched Aravi’s hands, running her fingers over her fur. Aravi thought this was a little strange but let it go. I am getting tired.

Serene thanked her for her help healing. “You’re welcome,” Aravi said. “I really didn’t do much though. Your ability is so much greater than my own. I learned what I know to help in skirmishes and battles, but it’s very basic.”

Serene complimented her and asked if they were friends.

Aravi felt her cheeks heat a little at the compliment. “Thank you, I would like to count you as a friend. And I must thank you for helping Kayla and Ylenno.”

[Colonel Mustard]

"A cavern raid?" Salyan asked in response to Aravi's answer to what she and the others were doing in Skyrim. "Sounds exciting. Dangerous. I'd like to come, though, and I can look after myself; I can silence mages, disrupt groups of enemies and bolster other people's strength and resolve. I'm afraid I don't know a soul-trap spell, though."

Serene arrived, and as Aravi ordered some food and drink, Salyan added; "Make that two cups of tea, please."

She turned to Serene.

"I must say," she said. "I was very impressed by your work healing Kayla; you clearly know your craft very well indeed."

[minque]

Serene

Strawberries! Ahhh how could she know I love them?

"Thank you Aravi!" Serene smiled, but when she touched the Khajiiti woman's arm just to show kindness but also to feel the soft fur, she noticed the Khajiit was not all in all comfortable with that.

Hmm did I offend her maybe? That was not intended

She enjoyed the fortifications and was happy Aravi wanted to be her friend, friends are good....especially in these days.

Salyan, the bard was also sitting with them, having a cup of tea, Serene felt good in the company of those two, and she was flattered by their comments on her healing...

Gah they should have seen me in the old days, when I really was the Master of Healing

There was some discussions of a cavern raid, but Serene decided not to join, she had to focus on Rianne and where on Nirn the girl was hiding, or whatever she was

Serene did NOT allow herself to think of any other possibilities of what may have happened to the girl

"Sethyas, we need to do something, could you please think of a plan or something?"

She closed her eyes....

[King Coin]

Aravi nodded to Salyan. “You may come then. Normally I would ask to see what you can do, but I think your show did that.” Too bad she doesn’t know a soul trap spell. That would have been nice. I might have to buy an enchanted weapon.

Serene touched Aravi’s arm and thanked her for the food and drink when it arrived. Aravi wasn’t used to it, but she knew some people just used touch to express themselves more than others. She didn’t want the other woman to think she was unfriendly, but she couldn’t entirely hide her feelings.

Aravi took one of the larger strawberries and bit into the end. They were coated lightly with sugar to give them an extra sweet taste. She looked over at Serene and saw her eyes distant and unfocused, before slowly sliding shut.

“What are you thinking of?” Aravi asked.

[Rohirrim]

Sonita
The carriage rattled on the dusty dirt road. It was evening, and the late summer chill had set in. She wrapped her cloak around her, and Encel and Jekan did likewise. She smiled under her hood. Those two were inseparable. She saw the lights of a tavern not far from the road, and called to the carriage driver. "Let us off here." The man stopped the carriage and the travelers climbed down from the rough wooden seats. Jekan and Encel began carrying a trunk full of books toward the lights as Sonita took her small bag from the side of the seats. Khan had hopefully brought most of her things, and if not, Palonirya's outlet in Chorrol was always an option. Her husband could pay for his idiocy in gold. She turned to pay the driver. "Thanks, Bjorlam. Get some rest back in Whiterun. You deserve it." She walked to the inn, seeing as she past it was known as "The Wobbly Goblet". Encel was sure to love that. He liked any quirky wordplay he could find.

She opened the door and stepped inside, shaking the water of a morning's light rain off her cloak, and removing her hood. She smiled as she spoke. "Has anyone seen my husband? Big grey Khajiit, name of Khan?"

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[Black Hand]

The healings were taking more and more from her. He wasn't certain to it's precise cause, but Sethyas suspected what it was. There was a fine line between magicka and vitality. He knew enough about Aetherius and the nature of et'Ada beings that in fact, everything essentially was magicka.

Creatia. Baladas Demnevanni; an ancient Telvanni wizard, had called it.

The plant draws life from Magnus the Sun. It bears fruit. The prey eats it. The predator eats the prey. The predator dies and is drawn into the soil from which it came. The Cycle of Arkay.

This is magic, as you know it; as you practice it.

You do not create something from nothing. This is not known to be possible in the Aurbis, and if it is, I'm not sure it should be done.

You cast flame or life from your fingertips. The deluded think themselves gods for this. The wise know that they are.

What is the source of the flame or healing?

The same.

Creatia, called magicka.

The same source from which we are and all we can perceive is made from.

She was literally giving herself into these healing sessions. Imperials did not live two hundred years. Even Tiber Septim, crowned Talos in death, lived to a hundred and eight. Her empathy and compassion became stronger with age and with habit. What should have made her a master of the art, was making her a victim.

Who was he to ask her to stop? His wife, the mother of his child. Her openness and his restraint constantly in struggle. But, that life he had asked her to share with him, was not his to command, and hers to give if she wished.

Dammit, Serene. Stop this. He pleaded internally. Or a missing daughter may find herself without a mother before this is over.

[Colonel Mustard]

"Thank you kindly," Salyan said, in response to Aravi's invitation. "I might even be able to get a song or two out of this expedition, if things get exciting."

She was looking forward to it; she hadn't been dungeon-diving for a few years, not since she had spent time travelling across the Isles with her old friend Almeria. She doubted that any in the party were the same whirling dervish of destruction and bloodshed that the Feaster was, but she had few worries; Aravi looked tougher than a Elytra's carapace, Darnand clearly knew what he was doing and Kayla was probably good in a fight when she was a bit more sober and wasn't brawling. Hopefully.

She noticed Serene had a look on her face and her eyes were closed, her expression one of concentration and...concern?

"Is everything alright?" Salyan asked.

[minque]

Serene

“What are you thinking of?” Aravi asked., also the bard seemed concerned about her and asked if she was OK

Serene opened her eyes with a faint smile..

"Oh I'm OK" she said, "Just tried to "summon" my husband. I do have need for him right now, he knows how to care for me after an extensive healing"

"Also I love him and therefore need him right now"


"So you're off on some kind of mission?" Serene asked "Then I wish you luck, Seth and I can't join, we need to come up with a plan how to find Rianne"

"Dammit, Serene. Stop this. Or a missing daughter may find herself without a mother before this is over."

She heard him clearly in her mind, he couldn't be far away...

"I'm Ok love, just get your stubborn arse here so we can plan!"

[Black Hand]

Sethyas Velas got drunk. He went outside, fell off a cliff and died.

The End.

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[King Coin]

Aravi nodded to Salyan. “I hope it is dull, but we have plenty of help if it is otherwise.”

She smiled at Serene’s response. “I wish I could summon my husband. Who is Rianne?”

Sethyas, placed his hands on Serene’s shoulders and spoke to her. She learned that they were missing a daughter. She felt stunned. They suggested that Rianne might have just wandered off, but then if they truly thought that, they wouldn’t be here. I don’t even know what to say. What would I do in a situation like that?

“I hope you find her quickly and unharmed. I would be glad to help you find her, but I already have another expedition planned.”

Aravi finished the last of her tea and stood. “I am tired. Perhaps I will see you both in the morning before you leave.” She directed her last statement to the bard. “Good night Salyan.”

She got up and was walking past the door when another Khajiit walked inside. She asked anyone that would hear where her husband was. Aravi stopped and listened.

“I saw him earlier today; he was gathering a group of warriors for something. I do not know where he is now.”

[Rohirrim]

Sonita sighed and rolled her eyes. "Of course he did. Just my luck, getting here while he's on a cross-country warpath. Oh, well." Seeing the other Khajiit woman was at a table with several others, she decided to leave introductions for later.

She walked to the bar, squeezing between and shoving aside the many patrons. There had to be some reason they were here...oh, of course: Harvest's End. The inns in Skyrim didn't make too much of a big deal, offering you a free mug of watered down beer, no refills. In Cyrodiil, however, it seemed to be cause for quite a lot of celebration. Khan had better have bought her something, as she was not to be outdone by the tavern wench with a bouquet of silk flowers and what appeared to be from the wrinkles in her dress, a profusely pinched rear end. She shook herself out of her train of thought. The barman was looking at her expectantly. "A bottle of Arenthia Red, please, and three glasses." The Breton handed her a worn green glass bottle, it's label proudly declaring "AGED IN SILVERWOOD BARRELS".

She took it in her hands, shoving the glasses into the crook of her elbow. She called across the crowded hall, motioning to the bottle in case she was not heard. "Jekan, Encel! Let's get unpacked!" She looked at a young Dunmer leaning on the wall, chatting with a Bosmer who looked to be about the same age. "Excuse me. What room is Khan in?" The Dark Elf shot a look to the Wood Elf that said "I gotta go, don't blame me." He turned quickly to Sonita, clapping his hands together. "Well Ma'am, Tribune Khan is currently in the third room of the East Wing, and I would be happy to take that pack for you." She slid it awkwardly off her shoulder, careful not to drop the booze. She followed the lad, and dropped the wine and glasses on the table next to the bed. She poured one for herself, and sat there, waiting for her friends to make it off the stairs with their precious cargo. It was going to be a lovely vacation, she thought, eyeing the grounds of the manor from the window.

[King Coin]

The other woman walked past her and to the bar after she expressed her disappointment with her husband. Aravi continued up the stairs where she quickly found her room. She closed the door and quickly disrobed. She crawled under the blankets on her bed and closed her eyes. The sounds of merriment from below didn't bother her, and she drifted to sleep.

[mALX]

*

Eyja:

It was late at night when they reached the foothill below the cliff. Eyja didn't even know what instinct caused her to look up and see the object falling toward them. Her first reaction was to jump out of the way, but something held her there; to this day she couldn't say what.

The second she realized what it was, she knew instinctively who it was. She shoved her robe into Maxical's hands. "Don't let go, no matter what!"

In the spilt-second the drunk man's limp body landed with a jerk of her robe that tore at her shoulders and armpits. His fall was broken, but ... would it be enough?

Eyja lay down, her ear to his heart. "It's very faint." She began healing her friend, but knew she didn't have enough knowledge of healing to save him. Not after a fall like that.

"We have to get him to help, fast."

The panic showed in Maxical's eyes. "Dear gods, it's Seth! Listen, if we bring him to Clavicus Vile, I'll promise him my soul when I die if he'll save Seth. It is the quickest place to reach!"

Eyja shook her head. "I think he'd want us to bring him to Mephala to save him."

Maxical stood her ground. "I don't have anything Mephala wants, and I already have dealings with Clavicus Vile. I have access to his realm with this ring. Let us save him first, then bring him to Mephala."

Eyja agreed. Maxical and Eyja clutched Seth between them, and clutched each other as Maxical slid the ring that would bring them to Clavicus Vile's realm.




***


Eyja didn't know what to expect, Maxical had never let her know about her dealings with Clavicus Vile before; though she'd suspected it for a long time. It felt like the ground dropped out from beneath her. She clung to both Seth and Maxical as they fell into a black void.

The sound of rushing wind echoed around her, but the air was perfectly still; a blackness that knew no end. She couldn’t tell if they were falling or even moving, it felt like they were suspended there for an interminable time before Maxical spoke.

“Clavicus Vile, I need your help.”

When Eyja opened her eyes she was sitting on a sandy shore, a beautiful expanse of crystal clear blue water stretching out from the glistening white sand. Behind her the beach ended in lush green grass and a thick forest of trees still full of their blossoms in spite of it feeling like Frostfall. She'd never breathed air so pure before.

Eyja leaned over and crawled toward the water, wondering if water that pure would help Seth if she cupped some into his mouth. When she tried to scoop the water in her hands they didn’t even get wet. It was an illusion. She lay her head on Seth's chest.

"We need to hurry." She stood up and carefully lifted Seth's limp frame with Maxical's help. He was surprisingly heavy, so muscular.

In the distance through the lush grass was a small cottage, the path leading to it was bordered in beautiful flowering shrubs and a split rail fence. As they neared she noticed two large ornate gates.

The gates opened as they approached and a booming voice of a man seemed to come from the void itself, echoing around them as if it was everywhere…everything.

“Who comes seeking my help? To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit today? Have the three of you just decided to come visit me? I hope you have brought me a gift, as is the custom here for uninvited guests." The voice enveloped them as they approached the cottage.

Outside the cottage the trunk of an enormous tree had been cut into the shape of a chair, and sitting in the seat of it was a giant of a man.

His skin was flesh colored but his ears were a small cut Elven ear. His eyes slanted oddly, but in a good way that gave him a pleasing appearance. What looked like goat horns grew out from his forehead, arching up and back over each eyebrow like those of a fighting ram.

His chest was a mass of solid muscles, built for fighting; but his eyes danced in mischief and his mouth looked like it perpetually smiled. Eyja hoped that was a good sign, and that Maxical knew what she was doing.

For just a moment Eyja suffocated a feeling of panic, standing by his side was the hugest dog she'd ever seen. A line of drool hung from the oversized mouth, and the dog licked it’s chops as it eyed her.

“Er…beautiful dog, what does he eat? Not...people, right?”

The giant boomed out a laugh. "His name is Barbas. He seems to have taken a liking to you."

“Just as long as it’s not for his dinner…or mating.” Eyja eyed the dog nervously. Barbas lumbered over and began sniffing her butt.

Clavicus Vile’s laugh boomed out again. “Let us get acquainted. You must know me as you have come to me for a favor, but I will introduce myself anyway. I am Clavicus Vile."

Eyja clasped Seth tightly to her, but Maxical kneeled down in front of him and looked up into his eyes.

“You may remember me, I am Maxical...or rather Ma'Thjizzrini Qa. Well, actually it’s S'Thjizzrini Qa now since I’ve mated. And this is my friend Eyja the Friendly. Our friend here is Seth, Sethyas Velas. He is the one we have come to ask the favor for. He is dying, we need to save him."

"My my, you are an entertaining lot. We have one with three names and just as many husbands; and two assassins. This one has mated more men than I have souls in my realm. The other has sent many souls to their reward, but none to me…and all of you decided to bring your act to my doorstep and entertain me with it. How kind of you. I can't imagine what I have done to deserve such pleasure. I certainly can't accuse you of boring me…yet."




***


Clavicus Vile leaned back against the tree stump with a sanguine expression. “If you wish to please me, I prefer gifts than explanations. Come now, you have not traveled all this way to walk away empty handed. What have you brought besides yourselves for my entertainment? For I am the one that can grant your wish. That is what I do." The hopeful expression flickered quickly. Clavicus Vile made a show of halfway covering a fake yawn with his hand. His voice was beginning to border on edgy.

Maxical answered, to Eyja's relief. “I apologize, Sire. And I have brought you a gift.” Before she could finish Clavicus leaned over and stared down at each of their pockets.

"Gold holds no interest for me. It is just metal up here. I prefer to deal in souls. I have an eternity on my hands, and see little in it to keep my mind occupied. What gift can you offer that will relieve the tedium of my existence in this plane? Do you have some bargaining in mind? I am always seeking company on this lonely plane.”

Maxical responded quickly. “I have brought you a gift, Sire. It is my soul..."

“Thank you!” He reached his hand toward Maxical, and a silvery film pulled from her chest toward his open palm. He closed his hand around it.

Eyja shrieked. "NOOOO! She meant after she died!"

Clavicus Vile boomed out a huge laugh that continued long after Eyja thought was seemly. Maxical turned toward Eyja and grinned.

"That is a joke he pulls, he uses illusion to scare new people to his realm."

Eyja clutched the tree next to her to keep from vomiting. Clavicus finally stopped his laughter. "And what do you seek in return?"

Maxical answered him. "The life of my friend here. He seems to have imbibed too heavily and fell from a cliff. We couldn't heal him, not in time to save him. Please, will you save his life in exchange for my soul?"




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Clavicus Vile's Realm:








Clavicus Vile:






Barbas:






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[minque]

Serene

Or I could just sleep on the matter

She noticed a khajiiti woman step in loudly asking where her husband was....Serene smiled, more missing husbands she thought

She finished her drink, Aravi had already gone to bed so why not follow her example

With heavy steps she went up the stairs to their room....

[mALX]

*

Maxical:

Bograk's smile when she saw Eyja changed to a look of tusky concern when she saw Seth's inert form being carried in.

"You always seem to come with one laid out, Miss. I take it you'll be needing the suite again?"

Eyja nodded. "Yes please. And how is your Lleris doing?"

Bograk's smile widened. "Back as good as ever, Miss." She signaled for Riad. "Help them get this man to the suite."

Riad scowled when he saw Eyja, but with a roll of his eyes he hefted Seth into his arms and made his way up the stairs.

Maxical grabbed Eyja's cheque book from her pack and handed a blank cheque to Bograk. "She'll come back and sign it as soon as we get settled. I am looking for his wife...never mind, she'd probably be in her husband's room. I'll go look."

Bograk shook her head, then brightened suddenly. "He's the one from the room next to the suite! She is in his room, Miss. I saw her go to bed last night."

"Thank you, Bograk. He is being taken to our suite, can you please give his wife a key to access him? And Eyja has hired a wonderful physician for his care, Gureryne Selvilo from the Chorrol Chapel. if you can direct him to the suite when he comes?"

Bograk nodded her response. Maxical hurried up the stairs to Seth's room and knocked on the door. After several knocks got no response, Maxical grabbed a parchment and quill from the stand at the end of the hall and scribbled a note.


*

Dear Serena,

There has been an accident involving your husband, Sethyas Velas. His injuries are too great for him to be moved at this time.

You will find him resting as comfortably as possible in Eyja and my suite, it is the room next to your room. (Bograk can provide you with a key so you can enter at will).

Eyja has procurred a wonderful physician in Chorrol who will attend him if you have to continue the search for your and his daughter, Rianne. While conscious, Sethyas seemed quite concerned for her safety.

My most heartfelt sorrow for your situation with both your daughter and Seth. I have no doubt Seth will rise strong again, he is too ornary for the grave.

Maxical


*

Maxical slid the note under Serene's door, then brushed past it and into the room next door. She turned the key in the lock behind her and hurried across to the suite, locking that door behind her out of habit.

Eyja indicated a steaming mug of coffee and a plate with a sweetroll and strawberries on it. "I fixed your dinner, but I've already eaten."

""I had to leave a note for Serene, she didn't answer. How is Seth doing?"

"As well as can be expected. Gureryne Selvilo is in with him now. He shoed me out while he examines him."

"I just left instructions with Bograk! He couldn't have passed me, how did he get here?"

Eyja pointed to the back door. "I saw him coming and waved him in."

Maxical slumped down and gulped the coffee too quickly. She choked, spewing out half of what was in her mouth.

Eyja shook her head. "Now I've got to clean the kitchen. I'm bringing a cup of this up to Gureryne, do you think you can stop making messes long enough for me to do that?" She stomped out of the kitchen with the coffee, but then barely made a sound as she moved up the steps.

Maxical grinned, popping a strawberry in her mouth, but her expression got serious again as she thought of poor Serene. First her daughter, now this.




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This post has been edited by mALX: Sep 25 2013, 11:10 PM