Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170622150059/@comment-28358106-20170625005037

"It can get pretty wild there, Forjod," Thomas says, helping Regina and his daughters up an airship ramp. "But there's no danger of it getting out of hand. Not with Leontyne in charge.  Harpies can't hardly hold their alcohol, anyway.  They tend to just fall asleep after a few drinks." He walks up the ramp.

Leontyne waggles a clawed fingerat Martha, grinning sideways. "Not half cat, babycakes. Half lion.  You wanna know which half, you'll have to get me smashed first.  Wearing a latex onesie might help, too." She looks to Baku. "If you like, I can ride with you, I suppose, though we'll have plenty of time to chat when we get home."

The Royals, alonh with Asja and Cire, get onto their own aircraft, reserved for dignitaries. Illyagrine, Honditar, and Eilion stay behind, however.

"It was our pleasure to be present at your wedding, Lord," Illyagrine says to Cire, giving him a slow bow. "We shall not be joining you for the reception, but my husband will. We wish you a long and happy marriage."