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29.Jun.19, 02:44 AM
“I shall endeavor to give Syrendryth as little to say about me as possible, then,” Rissa said with a laugh, making a quick inventory of where all the breakable items were. She had thankfully had enough foresight to have all but one cup packed away in the small wooden chest they came in, which was kept in a cabinet that no one seemed to have given a second thought or accidentally bumped into. Could be much worse.
She let T’ryn put the chairs back upright (she sort of remembered shoving someone into one of the chairs and knocking both over), and got him to help her straighten out the couch, which had gotten moved out of place by about a foot.
“At least no one pissed on the floor,” Mulrissa said with a wry smile as she went around the table pushing the chairs in. “Though really, I’m sure more people would get hurt if it was entirely us in charge. Even caught up in passion dragons are ultimately sensible creatures. As crazy as they may drive us sometimes,” she said, shooting a look at the stone wall Bedith lounged behind. Bedith snorted, lightly blocking her rider out in fake spite and making a show of being oh-so-tired and asleep. “It really is them in charge though, isn’t it? Or at least, Bedith certainly is. I can’t imagine a situation that would have me pushing someone into a chair, but it makes sense for her to do so. Or, well, kick a presumptuous suitor away but it’s sort of the same thing, in this case.” She shrugged, adjusting a runner she had on top of one of her cabinets that had been knocked askew.
Several minutes of cleaning later and there was a knock at the door. Mulrissa insisted T’ryn let her answer it —it was her friend bringing dinner, after all — and she gratefully accepted the tray Samara brought, and momentarily tolerated her teasing in appreciation for her help — “He’s cute, isn’t he? Don’t give me that look, Rissa, he’s older than all my children so I can say it” — before telling her goodnight and bringing the food to the newly set-to-rights dining table and getting out some silverware from one of her cabinets.
She let T’ryn put the chairs back upright (she sort of remembered shoving someone into one of the chairs and knocking both over), and got him to help her straighten out the couch, which had gotten moved out of place by about a foot.
“At least no one pissed on the floor,” Mulrissa said with a wry smile as she went around the table pushing the chairs in. “Though really, I’m sure more people would get hurt if it was entirely us in charge. Even caught up in passion dragons are ultimately sensible creatures. As crazy as they may drive us sometimes,” she said, shooting a look at the stone wall Bedith lounged behind. Bedith snorted, lightly blocking her rider out in fake spite and making a show of being oh-so-tired and asleep. “It really is them in charge though, isn’t it? Or at least, Bedith certainly is. I can’t imagine a situation that would have me pushing someone into a chair, but it makes sense for her to do so. Or, well, kick a presumptuous suitor away but it’s sort of the same thing, in this case.” She shrugged, adjusting a runner she had on top of one of her cabinets that had been knocked askew.
Several minutes of cleaning later and there was a knock at the door. Mulrissa insisted T’ryn let her answer it —it was her friend bringing dinner, after all — and she gratefully accepted the tray Samara brought, and momentarily tolerated her teasing in appreciation for her help — “He’s cute, isn’t he? Don’t give me that look, Rissa, he’s older than all my children so I can say it” — before telling her goodnight and bringing the food to the newly set-to-rights dining table and getting out some silverware from one of her cabinets.
