The Wandering Bard, Berat, Maren, Late Morning
Alanna was not in a good mood. An early riser, by noon she was still not awake. Faithful's smug expression and Coram's ribbing were helping exactly none. The fact that Liam Ironarm was the one to catch her one and only fall off of a horse and into the mud had a lot to do with her bad mood to begin with. The Great Mother Goddess showing up on
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Married?! ... Hunh. Better them than me. I'm shuddering at the marriage concept as applied to myself right now.
Quest? Also better you than me. (Unless you are seriously happy about this. In which case, questing for what? Hope the friend of Sir Myles' is helpful.) Say hi to Rispah for me when you do see her again eventually, and Sir Myles. And all the other cute guys you know, excepting your doofus of a twin. Weird dreams aside, what's he up to lately?
Yay for kicking ass in the tournament, boo on getting air-borne, yay on Shang, boo on Faithful being a critic. Sheesh.
What have I been up to...? Smoking. Not eating. Not sleeping. The usual. Um. Well, I'm in Finals Week Hell, two group projects, working twenty hours a week at the London branch of my father's company, new roomie, worrying about friends in Fandom off and on, and not practicing with the sword nearly enough. Guns have to win during the weeks I don't have time to hit the range and the salle at the same time. Haven't beaten anyone up (lately, despite rich ( ... )
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