Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-28358106-20170708182240

(S9/Kittycut) "Oh, I am getting used to it, I think.  I don't know if I will ever be fully comfortable living inside, considering that if I burp, I could set the house in flames.  As for your suggestion..." she gives a wicked smile, swaying her shoulders a bit. "I think, I like the idea of being liberated from those overdone clothes. He could allow it to be a way to rescue me, instead of the other way around!  Heh.  It is sounding more appealing, when you put it that way."

They head back to the crowd. "I'm of the mind to let him take me as he sees it. It is his place, he is master of the house.  And when I win my mountain, I can return his love in a more proper way."

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Melandil actually gives a genuine smile as he pours out a small glass of a light wine from a thin-necked bottle. [Do not yet thank me, as you may not be so thankful when the time comes! It is no small thing. When you see---]

The sound of small feet stumping up indicates the arrival of King Bale, a giant beer stien in his hand. "Well, lassie, has old Long Shanks here bored ye from yer pretty little skull, yet? Or were talkin' bout excitin' stuff, like trees and baby deer?" He chuckles good-naturedly as he climbs into a chair brought for him.

Lucida gestures with all four arms. "Sure, why not? We can whisper well-meaning advice from the bushes while you misinterpret what we say and make things go all haywire, like in a romance novel!  Hehehe!"

"Lu, don't be rude! Of course we'll be there for you!  And NO, we won't be in the bushes, either." Aurum gives Lucida a hard look as they walk back to the main throne room.