Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170625033737/@comment-28358106-20170629025456

(S9) Leontyne gets a sympathetic look on her face and sets her goblet down. "That's terrible. No wonder you appreciate felines so much.  I hope that old meddler who bred those plants got what was coming to him.  I know I'd have given it." Her smile returns. "And luckily for everyone involved, you grew up to be the size of a boulder. I'll bet your wives don't mind being on top all the time." She eats another slice of red meat.

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Thomas shakes his head. [Don't carry the burdens of others that you don't know. The Dark Elves will come to the consequence of their actions their own way, in their own time. You shouldn't live your life attempting to atone for deeds that you had no control over. If you do that, you'll never find true happiness, because you'll never be able to atone enough.]

He stands and they walk away from the feast to a balcony, watching the now emerging stars. [I had to learn this lesson, too, and I would not have learned it if not for my father. He taught me responsibility for my own actions, and that misdirected service to others is not service at all. He taught me what it truly means to serve. I consider myself fortunate to have had him and my mother there.]

He smiles and shakes his head. [Apologies, I do not mean to ramble. I'm sure you get enough lectures from Baku. It's the father in me, I can't make him be quiet sometimes, and it drives my daughters to irritation.] He thinks a moment. [Let me ask you this. Would you be interested in seeing Arenesse? Because I am the son of the King, I could take you there some day. You could speak to my brother and his Rangers there. They would be interested in hearing of how you helped the northern clans.]

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"I'm pleased to meet you both," Biyu smiles. "It has been wonderful here on the mountaintop. Grandmistress Sahar has been very kind.  The sound carries like nowhere else, and the smells are divine.  I sometimes feel as if I've been taken to the steps of heaven!"

Sun-Mi and Martha become aware of another pair of girls approaching. A Kakuen and a Ren Xiongmao walk up from a distance, each with silken sacks slung over their shoulders.

"Ey, what's this here? You go and make friends without us, Biyu?" The Kakuen says loudly. "Or they trying to sell you something? They got baskets of stuff."

"One of them looks like a teacher," the Ren says, looking at them curiously.

"No, Xuxia! They aren't bothering me!" Biyu says in a huff. "And they aren't teachers. Not that I'm aware of." She sighs. "I apologize. These are my two friends and fellow students."

The Kakuen strikes a pose, obviously hamming it up. "Xuxia, thunder of the west! There is no better beater than I!  My hands are as loghtning, my fists are---"

"That means she's the drummer." The Ren rolls her eyes, then bows. "I'm Linling, but most just call me Lin. I play the guzheng." She takes out a bamboo leaf and begins eating it.