09.Aug.13, 01:34 AM
Ce'lie clapped her hands together at O'wain's suggestion to dupe V'riy into thinking the party was for someone else. "Oh, that's just perfect," the greenrider gushed. "That way, I can ask him who to invite! But.." and here a frown crossed Ce'lie's features, "whose party is it going to be, then? He's quite perceptive," she explained to O'wain, "I'm sure you know that. Technically, I guess it could be my party, but I was pretty vocal about not wanting to do a belated kind of thing. It's not as much fun."
She leaned back a bit in her chair, delicately selecting one of the meat rolls on her tray, and nibbled daintily at its edge as she considered. Who had a birthday around this time of year that she could persuade to join their little plot and keep the secret? No one came immediately to mind.
Ce'lie felt color flooding her cheeks at O'wain's admission that he had picked the flowers himself. She hadn't had much male attention and did so enjoy flirting. She batted her eyelashes at him and giggled. He was a bit young for her tastes and she didn't sleep around, but when Twilirth was ready to fly, all bets were off.
"Twilirth was worried, but not overly so," Ce'lie smiled fondly as she spoke of her dear green. "She knew it wasn't much more than a cold. She did pester the healer tending me quite a few times, though, for updates on my progress. She hates being grounded and even though I told her to fly as much as she wanted, and that I would be fine, she fussed around me anyway."
"I don't know that I could stay up that late tonight," Ce'lie pondered, taking small bites out of the meat roll. " I've fully recovered but I don't think I want to push myself too hard just yet. I should save that for the party." The older greenrider grinned and winked at O'wain. "But we can get in some planning this evening and tomorrow. So just whose party is it, anyway?"
She leaned back a bit in her chair, delicately selecting one of the meat rolls on her tray, and nibbled daintily at its edge as she considered. Who had a birthday around this time of year that she could persuade to join their little plot and keep the secret? No one came immediately to mind.
Ce'lie felt color flooding her cheeks at O'wain's admission that he had picked the flowers himself. She hadn't had much male attention and did so enjoy flirting. She batted her eyelashes at him and giggled. He was a bit young for her tastes and she didn't sleep around, but when Twilirth was ready to fly, all bets were off.
"Twilirth was worried, but not overly so," Ce'lie smiled fondly as she spoke of her dear green. "She knew it wasn't much more than a cold. She did pester the healer tending me quite a few times, though, for updates on my progress. She hates being grounded and even though I told her to fly as much as she wanted, and that I would be fine, she fussed around me anyway."
"I don't know that I could stay up that late tonight," Ce'lie pondered, taking small bites out of the meat roll. " I've fully recovered but I don't think I want to push myself too hard just yet. I should save that for the party." The older greenrider grinned and winked at O'wain. "But we can get in some planning this evening and tomorrow. So just whose party is it, anyway?"