Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170619002837

Illyagrine, Samia, Eva and Cyndwella split off a bit from the main group as they continue to talk. "Indeed it is, but in humility, there is no shame. Our son had gone so long without naming his Gwanur, the heir to his Sacred Branch, we were wondering if he ever was going to."

They pause in their stroll. "We so rarely have these...social events, it is not common for us to know of events outside of our realm. Have you thought about returning to your native soil, and claiming there your throne once more?"

"No," Cyndwella snorts. "She won't entertain the thought of being royalty again. Why is beyond me.  Humility sucks balls, in my humble-yet-important opinion."

Eilion's eyes watch Lilrava as she skips around the crowd, watching her like a hawk, then sees Nia following her. She leans towards her father.

"I'imm tur-a i dúr gwen na-ú-man..." she says, not hiding her speech. At hearing these words, Thomas spins around and looks the crowd over. "What? Where?"

Melandil puts a hand on Thomas' shoulder, and speaks to Eilion. "Go, then."

The diminutive Elf girl leaves, and disappears among the crowd.

Bale just shakes his head. "You and yer folk, Mel. A strange lot, to the man." He looks to Baku and Hound again. "Welp, lads, th' ceremony might not be th' best time fer carousin', but afterwards, yer all welcome to th' Dwarf Quarter fer th' reception. We got beer and presents and shit."

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Eilion follows just behind Nia, then, seeing Lilrava turn the corner, she curses to herself. Looking around, she sees an open window high up. Leaping like a fox, she grabs the tapestry and scrambles up in almost a dead run, climbing it like ivy on a tree. She vaults out the window and drops to the ground behind a bush, making no more noise than a fluttering sparrow, then flattens herself and peers around it.

A short way off, she can see Lilrava as she resumes her dance, coming towards her. She waits until Nia turns the corner...