Jun 03, 2009 19:23
Lives occasionally happen to people. There's paperwork to do, taxes to examine, ambassadors to throw into the port at Riva...
All right, that last one was something he'd wanted to do for most of the winter, but it wasn't anything he'd done.
Children got older and broke things and made things and painted things. And for those who come here, sometimes all those things just kept happening and the door to the end of the universe seemed less and less like a viable option. But tonight, for whatever reason, Garion and a friend made their way in for the first time in what seemed like forever. They sat at the counter. They ordered a flagon of ale each. They looked around to see what might be new, what might be different.
A Rivan king and a Drasnian prince walked into a bar. Ow.
Feel free to say hello.
[tag one, tag both, specify or not]
tyler marlocke,
garion of riva,
silk