Voice faint, "Sometimes a storm takes us..."

The youth stays until the flames die and then walks to the keep's gate and outside.

The eyes widen for a moment in surprise then the sullen look returns with more muttering sounding like, "...helpless women my arse... and at least Gol lives up to being dangerous... even has a girl mooning after him..." The youth is almost triumphantly smug when Esmerelda asks Malamhin abo...

The seer comes down the stairs just in time to hear Malamhin's words. "Unfortunately, there is political maneuvering but also political necessity." Pauses, frowning. "Both can breed unhappiness; in the latter case I hope it can sometimes be otherwise..." As an afterthought, mutte...

The youth is silent, flames of the pyre reflected in wide eyes and Abaddon's words reaching the pale ears on the heated wind.

There is a quiet but obvious knock on the gate. "May I... pay my respects to the Oracle?" comes the soft voice to those at the fire-pit.

Very good event. Loved the pacing of it. Time to watch antics and then jump back into a plot or two. Have to agree on the staying in game comments. And the crude conversations? Priceless. The sage thanks the big, bad men for helping the "coming-of-age". 'Shrooms... Happy beastie... even wi...

The youth sees the fire, the approach slowing to a standstill before entering its light. Bits of conversation drift outward and there is curiousity about how the seer would smell to Darkclaw. Wrong. is the thought in answer. The blue-eyes watch as the two Valkin'Vi leave the scene in the opposite di...

The seer has only a second to nod to Aurora before the latter is racing into the game of tag. A slight smile banishes the angst.

A little ways away, the seer sits and listens to the sounds of laughing children, a wistful expression on the pale face. "Why do I feel so old...?" Grey-gloves are removed and the revealed hands are studied intently, looking for signs of age. But the trail of answers leads back to the expe...

*nods warmly, if somewhat distractedly to Mohdri and continues to follow Inarian's lead*

*a deep breath, another long draining of the tankard and then to Hay* "Aye, cousin..."

*the youth stands, nodding in thanks to the barkeep and walks over to Inarian, no sign of the multiple drinks effecting the movements*

*to Abaddon* "It would be my honor also and thy words are a comfort. Many thanks, kin-brother." *all is said with a solemnity some might find comical in one so young* *as the conversation continues into the realm of authority and mention of Galen, there is a nervous glance around as though...

The seer appears thoughtful at Aurora's mention of the past. Softly, "Aye. I remember now. I am glad the words of a runt-child comforted thee." The white-haired head lifts in Abaddon's direction again when addressed and a shy smile forms in response to his. "Ah, yes... Mistriallia... ...

OOG: sorry, need to catch up; you guys are too fast for me... 8) *the seer flushes when addressed by Aurora and mumbles in reply to the question of them ever meeting* I have been here now and again... *the dwarf rolling the kegs is given solemn attention when he answers the inquiry and an agreeing n...

*the seer nods in greeting to Ren, then Seth; the large tankard is accepted gratefully* "Many sincere thanks, friend." *the blue eyes gaze fondly at the foamy ale like a dear old companion; taking a surreptitious look around, the focus returns to the tankard, the puzzle for the moment forg...