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Uhhh... *looks at the stew* I cant cook. thats wo...err... Not somethinG i learned
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If i knew where either of those boys were I would try but i am afraid i do not. *reaches into her cloak and removes a small peice of meat and hands it to the kitten*
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Loud noises come from the kitchen. Calliope yells, "PAN!....NO!!! OH MY GOD..." she grabs him quickly and puts a towel on him...You can smell a hint of burning hair floating through the air. *Hears the yelling of pain and insinctly runs into the kitchen to see whats wrong* Calliope? |
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*Looks quickly at Eärendur and raises an eyebrow*
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*Opens her eyes and sighs softly looking at everyone again*
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*mumbles a nursery rhyme to herself* one elf two elf three elf four, how many of their heads before a war. *Sips her ale falling silent again*
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*Sips her ale and closes her eyes sinking into her own world again*
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*Raises her eyees at Rathil and stiffens up again. She then looks at Taledor* If only all were as respectable as you are miss.. *Gaze falls back to Calliope*
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Edited by
EveningKiss
on
Tue 06/03/08 02:46 PM
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OOC: Double post
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"So we will see that terrible person again." she shrugs her shoulders. She looks at Sabrea, "Why are you so bitter? And what are prisses?..I dont understand what that is" She walks over to her table and looks up at her.. Calliope is a 3ft hobbit with a hairy body, but a beautiful face. OOC: Sabrea is still standing in the doorway. *Sabrea Looks down at the Hobbit* im sorry, you are respectable two. I have no qualms with you. *kneels down to the hobbits level to show her some respect* |
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*Rolls her eyes at the elvin kind and looks back at Sitka* another ale.
![]() ![]() *Sabrea raises an eyebrow* Why is that? All i see in here are . . . snoody prisses and, well you are the only respectable... thing in here. |
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![]() ![]() *Sabrea looks twards Calliope and then back at the elf* |
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Doesnt matter the drink the effect is still the same.
Tell me does your throat burn yet? |
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And like your ale *finishes her ale and tosses it onto the nearest table*
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Nah. Your voice would then do me no good. Not htat it does anyone any good anway *sips her ale*
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*Sabrea looks at the half elf* You deserved it. You wouldn't dance.
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![]() ![]() *Rathil starts to stand up and winces in pain. He slowly sets himself back down in the chair realizing he is not ready to move again yet.* It would do no good, No one can cheer another person up. Not really anyway, she has to be happy because she wants to be happy. Since she has appeared at the door she has growled at two people who walked past her and snapped at one of them. Besides I heard her mention something about the high and mighty so I can only imagine she was referring to my leaving. *He says with a grin* You are the only one I have seen her show any respect towards as of yet today. I fear there isn't much I can do for her. *Sabrea looks at rathil and rolls her eyes as she sips her ale* ![]() ![]() |
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*Looks at the bar tender and whistles for her to come over and pour her a drink*
![]() ![]() *Sabrea looks the human over and rolls her eyes* when the high and mighty leave I'll come in. For now *hands her a coin* just bring me the ale. OOC: ![]() |
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