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[morilthesinger]

The party has wound down, the last notes of music fading into the warm tropical air. The cart is back in place under the trees, Ynen unhitched and grazing, his tail twitching absently at the flies that occasionally pester him. The doors are open to let in the breeze, and the boys have spread out the blankets on the ground for a while

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[equalexchange]

Edward laid sprawled on the ground, limbs outstretched, eyes fixed on the sky overhead. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been to a party like that one, if he ever had. Parties tended to be a lot smaller back in Amestris... and even the large ones seemed more proper and up-tight. Of course, that could have been largely due to the military types he'd been so amply exposed to.

But then, there had been that celebration at the Youswell mining town. that had come sort of close.

Edward yawned. "Man, that sure was something!"

[morilthesinger]

"It was brilliant," Moril says, all breathless and tired and happy, sated in a way only performing in front of an audience can do for him. It was more like Earl Keril's palace in Hannart than any of the shows he would have performed throughout Dalemark, but he no longer cares who it is that's listening, as long as somebody is.

[armoredboy]

Al sat with his knees drawn up, smiling towards the sky.

"Mmn," he agreed with a deep, happy sigh. He dropped his chin to rest on his knees.

"It was great."

[equalexchange]

"Mmm..." Edward murmered, a sound of agreement. His limbs felt heavy, and his face felt tired from all the smiling he'd been doing. "Ya know, I didn't realized how many people I actually knew around here..."

When had that happened, anyway?