[color=#008e02]“I don’t think that’s completely true,”[/color] offering him a slight shrug. [color=#008e02]“His idea of goofing these days is being up to his eyes in drink, or something else, or likely, both.”[/color] As each month passed, she grew more and more concerned with the rogue elf’s behaviour and habits. [color=#008e02]“He could use a talking to.”[/color]
She’d snicker at his reaction to her choice of words, bumping him back and nodding. She had food in her satchel too, but Megara didn’t really have an appetite for food and in the dimly lit corridor she’d sink heavily into his side. Her hand found his hip, hooking the thumb through a loop in his breeches. The journey wasn’t long and as she found herself pulled up into a street level building, Meg let her eyes wander, head turning to take it in.
[color=#008e02]“Is this… is this old Mimi’s house?”[/color] she’d ask, grin widening. The Frior’s, Mimi and Maximillion had owned a bakery in Lowtown, but like a lot of things, it had been destroyed in the explosion. The Frior’s had both survived, but understandably decided to move to Starkhaven in the aftermath.
Pulling herself to her feet Meg began wandering around, starting with the small kitchen first of course. No matter where she was, nine times out of ten she could be found next to a stove or knee-deep in mud, gathering herbs.
She left her bag on the counter, turning to lean against it while finding Nairn again. There was a question on her tongue, but Meg wasn't quite ready to ask it yet, instead quietly offering, [color=#008e02]“You must’ve twisted John-Marc’s arm pretty far to get this…” [/color]
She’d snicker at his reaction to her choice of words, bumping him back and nodding. She had food in her satchel too, but Megara didn’t really have an appetite for food and in the dimly lit corridor she’d sink heavily into his side. Her hand found his hip, hooking the thumb through a loop in his breeches. The journey wasn’t long and as she found herself pulled up into a street level building, Meg let her eyes wander, head turning to take it in.
[color=#008e02]“Is this… is this old Mimi’s house?”[/color] she’d ask, grin widening. The Frior’s, Mimi and Maximillion had owned a bakery in Lowtown, but like a lot of things, it had been destroyed in the explosion. The Frior’s had both survived, but understandably decided to move to Starkhaven in the aftermath.
Pulling herself to her feet Meg began wandering around, starting with the small kitchen first of course. No matter where she was, nine times out of ten she could be found next to a stove or knee-deep in mud, gathering herbs.
She left her bag on the counter, turning to lean against it while finding Nairn again. There was a question on her tongue, but Meg wasn't quite ready to ask it yet, instead quietly offering, [color=#008e02]“You must’ve twisted John-Marc’s arm pretty far to get this…” [/color]
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