FateWeaver

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You people entertain me. I'm off tonight, so I'll be ruining my eyes staring at this thing all night.

@FallenTrinity Also, Morgan isn't constantly at risk of losing his shirt. I suspect Kiara might want to change that, but he's not a fan of showing off his scars.

@Silent Observer Fire melts ice tho o.o

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She's asleep, so I did the thing. It's not much, but enjoy.

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Morgan Selwyn

Morgan stared openly at Kiara as she cut loose on the Dragon. From what little he was expressing through body language, it wasn't hard to see that Sulley didn't take it well. When she put her hand to his chest, the Warlock glanced quickly from one to the other. His eyes widened as Kiara continued, and the way she spoke brought heat to his cheeks again. Shifting nervously, he watched Sulley over her shoulder for his response.

When it came, Morgan used one hand to pull part of his scarf up over his face so nobody else could see his jaw dropping all over the floor. He had certainly not anticipated this. Thoughts raced through his mind, excuses, escape plans, and expectations. Still hiding half of his face, he looked to Kiara as Sulley turned to leave. Unable to think of anything to say that she wasn't likely to brush off, he took a breath and returned to his side. With a shy and worried smile still hidden by his scarf, he offered his arm.

Maybe he'd find a way out before they found somewhere to be. Perhaps he could convince her to sneak off without the dragon. It was entirely possible he was misreading the situation, and it wouldn't be as bad as he thought. Morgan desperately hoped that the last train of thought proved true.

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Lyla Warren

Finally it seemed like the situation in the center of the room was simmering down. Lyla hadn't been paying enough attention to really know how it was resolved, but it didn't sound like anyone got hurt. More people came in, but again the splice was too wrapped up in taking a small sip of water to really care. That only lasted until one of them spoke from nearby, causing her to flinch and nearly fumble the glass on its way back to the table. One hand went to her face, covering her eyes for a moment as she pressed her thumb to her temple. Niall introduced his brother and Bjørn apologized, drawing a brief smile from Lyla.

"It's okay, you didn't know. I just thought the party was going on over there." Her quiet words were accompanied by a brief gesture towards the other end of the room. "I think I have everything I need for now, but thank you. I just have to get back to my room. Eventually. Somehow." Lyla lowered her head back to the table before she finished speaking, the words trailing off into a soft groan. Persephone, having moved across the table, leaned her fuzzy body against the Splice's shoulder.

The Absent King

@Life in Stasis I understand, likely more convenient that way. Frees me up from worrying about what I'm going to post for now too. It looks like I'll definitely be waiting another two weeks at least for the new laptop. Thank you for being understanding, and I'll be back asap!

Scattered Shades: Arcadia Chronicles

@tex Sorry I've been out of the loop for so long. My friend decided to recover the tablet I had been using while I was at work, and I only now got it back. Some setbacks have happened, so I will probably be at least another two weeks in getting my new computer. No really new information, but I figured I'd drop in to give you the official go-ahead to leave Alexander in the dust. Once I'm back in full I might ask about rejoining, but right now I'd rather free you of the inconvenience of waiting for me.

Good luck, have fun, and hopefully I'll be back before long.

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I'm back! Not fully, but I have the tablet back. My friend evidently needed it and decided to recover it while I was at work. I have it now though, and once I've caught up on all my reading I'll see what I can do about getting a post up. Might still be a bit though, my girlfriend happens to be in town until Saturday.

The Absent King

Hey guys, sorry for the unplanned absence. My friend apparently needed his tablet for some school related thing and decided to retrieve it while I was at work without telling me. Anywho, I have it back for now so I can catch up on my reading. I've got to take a look at my savings again, but I should be back on a proper computer after next paycheck.

After I've read up, I'll see what I can do about posting. My girlfriend happens to be in town at the moment though, so no promises.

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Lyla Warren

Someone else bid Laurel farewell from nearby, prompting Lyla to turn her head slightly. She wasn't sure if she had heard the voice before. The Splice was feeling better, but it was still slowly that she raised her head to take another sip of water from the cool glass that her right hand never left. The first slice of bread was gone, and the fingers of her left hand rested on the second. Between each bite or drink, she would return her head to the table and wait for it to stop spinning.

Lyla heard the door open and close again, and the room fell hushed. The tension was nearly palpable, and it wasn't hard to understand what was going on. The ballroom had nearly the same feeling earlier. There was friction again, and voices and names soon told her who was involved. The Dragon again, and the Dark Court Faerie. A Warlock seemed to have been caught in it as well this time. She wasn't listening very close to words, but the tone of each voice gave her a general idea of what was happening.

The earlier events had carried much more tension, much more potential for violence, Lyla felt, but it still made her nervous to consider what might happen if someone reacted aggressively in such close quarters with so many bystanders. Hopefully they all had enough sense to leave off before it got that far. Her ears flicked toward the center of the room as Kiara started to laugh and delivered her venomous response.

"Maybe a party wasn't the best idea after all," Lyla considered quietly from her place at the table. She certainly wasn't feeling any better for it.

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I'm awake for now, I'll post for Lyla. Been meaning to do that anyway.

The Absent King

If that's the case, I'll use the opportunity for him to reflect on what happened with the Magus. Perhaps later in the (current) evening once they're a safe distance away and resting for the night.

If it's okay with you, I may also have him gather up a few of the scattered Ytharien along the way.