Last night, Lilly got stabbed. It gets a little hazy after that, but she's fairly sure that she's going to live... as much as she generally does
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Alanna doesn't like it when her friends get stabbed.
On the other hand, said stabbing also tends to make them immobile and thus a captive audience, so she's learned to take the bad with the good.
She arrives on Lilly's doorstep with rum, a healing poultice, several herbs for mixing in hot liquid and a racy novel she picked up from Bar. It is perhaps not surprising that the cover is the cause of her rather spectacular blush.
"Lilly?" she calls, nudging the door open and sticking her head through.
A low groan, and Alanna looks as if she would dearly love to bury her face in her hands.
She experiments by reading the back cover.
"His was a passion as tempestuous as a storm. Hers was a love wild and untamable." She pauses to mouth wild AND untamable? "Forced to live in a nunnery by her cruel father, Serena, a violet-eyed red... No, I don't think I'll read any more."
The book is summarily pitched over the back of the sofa.
Alanna makes a face, but a smile soon returns when she speaks of the triplets.
"They are well. Jamie has had a cough. I don't think it's anything serious." She tilts her head and gives Lilly an appraising look. "You should come visit."
"It's been way too long since I really checked on how Jon's handling his country, too. You know Thayet's behind me any time I want to stage a coup, right?"
"Of course she is," Alanna humors the stabbed girl. "I'll see if Jon can spare time to visit. Thayet might like some time to herself. He's been hovering since she became pregnant."
She smiles as well, pulling her feet up under her.
"No statues," she insists, quietly, blushing a bit. "Olau is rural."
She thinks for a moment, then grins.
"It might be best not to take my father up on any offers to taste his latest vintage. He typically fails to mention that this means sampling every batch, and although he is quite good at drinking most people under the table, I think you would have the upper hand."
"Not my early childhood, thank the Goddess. He didn't know me until I arrived at the Palace at age ten," she tells Lilly. "My more mischievous days were quite over, out of necessity."
Still, there are quite a few stories to be told.
"Feel free to drink Adam under the table, however, should he ask you to sample his cider. He has a greatly reduced tolerance in Tortall. Just don't tell him I told you."
"That's right! He's not all Antichristy there! Or, well, he is but there's no Christ so his powers are useless! Oh man, this is going to be so much fun."
On the other hand, said stabbing also tends to make them immobile and thus a captive audience, so she's learned to take the bad with the good.
She arrives on Lilly's doorstep with rum, a healing poultice, several herbs for mixing in hot liquid and a racy novel she picked up from Bar. It is perhaps not surprising that the cover is the cause of her rather spectacular blush.
"Lilly?" she calls, nudging the door open and sticking her head through.
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She experiments by reading the back cover.
"His was a passion as tempestuous as a storm. Hers was a love wild and untamable." She pauses to mouth wild AND untamable? "Forced to live in a nunnery by her cruel father, Serena, a violet-eyed red... No, I don't think I'll read any more."
The book is summarily pitched over the back of the sofa.
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"Hurts... to laugh! But.. so worth it."
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"There was WAY too much throbbing!"
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Lilly is shaking with the effort to stop laughing. It's only partially successful.
"Oh, 'lanna. I don't know what Adam's doing wrong, but there's never too much throbbing."
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At least Lilly is laughing, even if it hurts.
"And Adam isn't doing anything wrong."
Isn't it sweet that she's defending the antichrist's, erm, honor?
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She's got the giggles somewhat under control now.
"Speaking of the results of Adam's throbs, how's my goddaughter and her brothers?"
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"They are well. Jamie has had a cough. I don't think it's anything serious." She tilts her head and gives Lilly an appraising look. "You should come visit."
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Lilly starts to smile.
"It's been way too long since I really checked on how Jon's handling his country, too. You know Thayet's behind me any time I want to stage a coup, right?"
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She smiles as well, pulling her feet up under her.
"I think you'll like Olau."
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"Anything I should look out for specifically while I'm there? Aside from the multitude of statues exalting your awesomeness, of course."
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She thinks for a moment, then grins.
"It might be best not to take my father up on any offers to taste his latest vintage. He typically fails to mention that this means sampling every batch, and although he is quite good at drinking most people under the table, I think you would have the upper hand."
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Lilly's pouting heavily.
"But if I can outdrink him, I can talk him into telling stories about your childhood! I can't pass up that kind of opportunity."
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Still, there are quite a few stories to be told.
"Feel free to drink Adam under the table, however, should he ask you to sample his cider. He has a greatly reduced tolerance in Tortall. Just don't tell him I told you."
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"That's right! He's not all Antichristy there! Or, well, he is but there's no Christ so his powers are useless! Oh man, this is going to be so much fun."
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"Excellent."
She eyes the rum. A thoughtful look on her face, she next peeks over the sofa at the book she'd tossed on the floor.
"I suppose I could read to you for a while. With the help of rum."
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