Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950421-20160702132725/@comment-28358106-20160703201038

There is a rattling at the veranda's door, and the handle turns and I come staggering in, looking slightly less pale than usual. Antionette comes in behind me, toting a large box.

"Honestly, my Lord, you could have done this a much easier way," she says, setting the box down.

"If I'm ever going to be able to fly on the airship I'm building, I damn well can't be getting airsick."

"As you wish, milrord.  I'll be by in the morning." She turns and leaves the way she came.

I start taking out homemade food and exotic hooch and placing them on the table, much more than should fit inside a box of its size. "Regina cooked for days for all this, Jeiel.  Though it might be a bit before I tuck in myself, have at it.  Oh, and the kids made you these." I take out a pair of matching cloaks. "One for each of you.  Aurum embroidered and sewed the silk, Aegis scouted the flowers for the dye, Ferra gathered them and dyed them, and Lucida cast sigils on them that makes them shed water in a meter radius, like invisible umbrellas.  They're quite proud of them; they came up with them on their own." I hand them over. "I tried to get them to wait until the wedding, but, well, I was outvoted."