Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170919032125/@comment-28358106-20171004004942

(Scorn/S9) Thomas listens to Imperia, doubt on his features. When she finishes, before he can say anything, Lucida's small voice pipes up.

"Papa, please..." she clasps all of her hands together, her hood drooping. "You promised us that we would spend two full days at the fair. You promised that not even your work would interrupt us."

"We've been planning on this for over a month," Aurum says, only slightly less upset. "We hardly ever get to go out and do something as a whole family."

"And given how many of us there are, that's saying something. Come on, Dad..." Aegis pleads.

Tirush steps forward. "Danthe, do not worry. I will not allow any harm to come to us.  None, never.  Nor will Antoinette, nor will Regina." She gestures to her co-wives. "As Aurum said, we do not spend enough time all together. This is a special time, a good time." She spreads a wing, gesturing to the rest of the family. "A time we all may remember, all together."

Partha covers her face with a wing and begins picking her nose.

Thomas looks at all of them, and turns back to Imperia. His brow is knitted in trepidation as he looks at her.

"...All right. But if Jorge atarts anything, I'm leaving it to you to control him.  Because if you don't, I'm teleporting him to the furthest equatorial continent."

A small cheer erupts from the family.

"I mean it," he says, pointing at Imperia. "We aren't in Whitemarch. I might have taken an oath of nonviolence, but that doesn't mean I won't defend myself or my family."

"I have taken no such oath," Tirush sniffs.