Gwen Irima

"Hello Miss, would you like to buy some of my pie?
Yes of course i'd like to buy some pie"

Feeling very nauseaus and somewhat dizzy Gwen Irima went down to the tavernfloor the next morning and asked Millie for some tea. Did she really laugh at Kaelyn, pinched Adam’s bum and hugged Reann? That was only a few of the things she could remember well but as her thoughts were clearing she could recall the last night better and better and decided quickly she didn’t really want to remember more of it…. Her vision hadn’t entirely returned back to normal yet, everything around her was brighter and seemed more colorfull then usual. This must be the source of her headache. The cheerfullness of the day before was definately gone now. How did she ever manage to get changed for the night and turn in? A question that was quickly answered when she noticed Devante sleeping in front of the fireplace. A surprise really. Part of her somehow had expected to find her father. Gwen sipped from the tea, but somehow she couldn’t stand the taste of it...

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Stewan Seagull

"Mela lle vithel, tinuamin"

the lie, that wasn´t quite one, seared his throat as it was spoken. But it seemed to ease her sleep considerably and it felt right to say it. He dreaded their next meeting, hoping it wouldn´t be the last...

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Pancakes are not cooking, they´re housework!