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Who: Gilder, Detroit
What: Sailing by the moonlight
When Monday, February 14th, BACKDATED
Where: The skies over Albion
Detroit had been a tough nut to crack. For a young woman to seem so withdrawn was a little surprising, but Gilder knew that there was a story behind it. Dinner had been uneventful, a good sign that he was going down the wrong path with her. Therefore, dancing had been foregone in favor of another approach.
Gilder led her to his skiff, a large sailboat which hovered lightly off the ground. Getting her aboard had taken little urging at all and he'd promptly set sail, heading straight for the lightpost. The flight was short, and uneventful until they reached the post. In a flash, they were teleported to another lightpost in Albion. Gilder suddenly pulled the nose of the skiff up into a steep climb, enough to catch just about anyone by surprise.
It would hopefully be enough to get a reaction out of Detroit.
What: Sailing by the moonlight
When Monday, February 14th, BACKDATED
Where: The skies over Albion
Detroit had been a tough nut to crack. For a young woman to seem so withdrawn was a little surprising, but Gilder knew that there was a story behind it. Dinner had been uneventful, a good sign that he was going down the wrong path with her. Therefore, dancing had been foregone in favor of another approach.
Gilder led her to his skiff, a large sailboat which hovered lightly off the ground. Getting her aboard had taken little urging at all and he'd promptly set sail, heading straight for the lightpost. The flight was short, and uneventful until they reached the post. In a flash, they were teleported to another lightpost in Albion. Gilder suddenly pulled the nose of the skiff up into a steep climb, enough to catch just about anyone by surprise.
It would hopefully be enough to get a reaction out of Detroit.