The Winter Veil Party

[felknight]

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Midnight

It was the night before Kirenestus's banquet, and already his estate was a flurry of activity. Small runestones dotted the grounds. Their glowing runes cast blue light on the plants that the Tauren tended. Due to the corruption in the soil, the effect of

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Re: Thistle arrives...

[thistle_chaser]

Thistle looks between the siblings, following the conversation but not joining in. Holly is trying to make an escape again, so he needs both hands to keep hold of her. He nudges the other box to the side of the aisle with his foot. He glances around for the person Solandis mentioned, Anthalan. If he can spot the man (who assumedly will be the only person here Thistle doesn't know), he'll make a quick stop to him, explaining the other box is for Kirenestus, but isn't really a gift, and certainly isn't really an inside-gift.

And then the man steps into the light and introduces himself. Thistle's ears give a twitch. Good timing.

To Trae he comments quickly, "Yes. One minute." Then steps away from him, heading for Anthalan.

Hands full of kitten, he gives Anthalan a quick nod. "Hello. That box," he turns and nods towards it, "is for Kirenestus." Pause. "He can open it later. It's not for," another pause, "inside."

If he has more to say to Anthalan, he's interrupted by the old woman voice behind him. He knows who that is. Thistle spins around, ears pinned back, hand on the butt of his gun. "No," he tells Cirys, voice firm and certain. "Snowy is the farm-goat. I wouldn't bring her here." He doesn't turn back to face Anthalan, even once the forsaken woman has vanished. His ears stay back as he searches the stable's shadows with his eyes.

Re: Thistle arrives...

[prettyredeyes]

Traejan gave a nod to Anthalan, having met the man once before and finding him competent enough to entrust him with his ghoul. "I'm sure. It is appreciated." He was still visibly displeased at having the ghoul anywhere but at his side, but there was nothing that could be done about that.

He spent a moment eyeing the Forsaken woman briefly, knowing at once who he was observing as he noted Thistle's hand going to his gun. His lips curved in a small smirk, following her with his eyes as she turned and made a noisy exit.

Tarin moved closer to Thistle as she picked up on his discomfort. "Is everything alright?"

"I'll just be inside then. See the rest of you there.." He turned and headed out of the stable and toward the house, wanting to find a place to set his gifts down now that he no longer had a pack-ghoul to cart them around for him.

Re: Thistle arrives...

[felknight]

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