Chryrie had poofed onto the porch at House Helston so her and Kitty could have their almost nightly talk about the happenings of the day. Chryrie was obviously blitzed from too much mead, and she had her hair done up in pigtails by gigantic bows. Obviously the work of Icer. Kitty's eyebrow raised as she looked at her sister.
"What the hell happened to you?"
"Huh' Wha do ya mean?" Chryrie stared at Kitty wide eyed. "Do I have butterfly goop on me" I thought I got it all off Emma, but I didn't think I got it on me. Wait...is it the snails?" The fae checked herself all over for the slimy shelled creatures.
Kitty gave her a dumbfounded stare for a moment. "Uhm....no. Nevermind. So did Amthy tell Miles about Tara?"
"Oooh yeah. He wasn't happy about that at allllll. He refused to let her move him out and she got all huffy and stomped out and said she was moving out to live with Tara because she promised." The fae's hand did a talking motion. "Blah blah blah. Eventually they'll calm down, I'm sure. Either that or Tara will return to her hubby and life will return to normal. I was gonna offer Tara the island, but she never showed up." She pouted.
Kitty just sort of stared at the fae while she babbled, vaguely getting the idea, but not entirely sure if she wanted to. "Mmhmm...right. So Amthy's not staying at the Manor for awhile." She calculated in her mind the probablity of her continued staying there causing any complications and then decided it might not be bad if she kept to herself. She could do that. If all else, she could entertain herself with Magister. He was an old fart, but entertaining. The worst she could do was give him a stroke.
Chryrie just nodded like a bobblehead. "Yeeeesss. Oh, and Amadan showed up with that PlayElf again!" She blushed again at the mere thought. "I swear, I need to find a way to summon all the copies to me and burn them."
Kitty snorted in derision. "Oh hells Chryrie, get over it. I've posed for that rag more times than I have fingers. The fact that your ONE issue is still getting passed around is a compliment. Be proud and take it like a moredhel."
"Oh...yes....I suppose I could...."
"You're such a dumbass at times."
"What the hell happened to you?"
"Huh' Wha do ya mean?" Chryrie stared at Kitty wide eyed. "Do I have butterfly goop on me" I thought I got it all off Emma, but I didn't think I got it on me. Wait...is it the snails?" The fae checked herself all over for the slimy shelled creatures.
Kitty gave her a dumbfounded stare for a moment. "Uhm....no. Nevermind. So did Amthy tell Miles about Tara?"
"Oooh yeah. He wasn't happy about that at allllll. He refused to let her move him out and she got all huffy and stomped out and said she was moving out to live with Tara because she promised." The fae's hand did a talking motion. "Blah blah blah. Eventually they'll calm down, I'm sure. Either that or Tara will return to her hubby and life will return to normal. I was gonna offer Tara the island, but she never showed up." She pouted.
Kitty just sort of stared at the fae while she babbled, vaguely getting the idea, but not entirely sure if she wanted to. "Mmhmm...right. So Amthy's not staying at the Manor for awhile." She calculated in her mind the probablity of her continued staying there causing any complications and then decided it might not be bad if she kept to herself. She could do that. If all else, she could entertain herself with Magister. He was an old fart, but entertaining. The worst she could do was give him a stroke.
Chryrie just nodded like a bobblehead. "Yeeeesss. Oh, and Amadan showed up with that PlayElf again!" She blushed again at the mere thought. "I swear, I need to find a way to summon all the copies to me and burn them."
Kitty snorted in derision. "Oh hells Chryrie, get over it. I've posed for that rag more times than I have fingers. The fact that your ONE issue is still getting passed around is a compliment. Be proud and take it like a moredhel."
"Oh...yes....I suppose I could...."
"You're such a dumbass at times."