Chicken sipped his drink, his gaze directed at Thoriel who sat across the table sending him a slightly suspicious glance. Fin and Sophia exchanged glances, "Methinks our fowl friend has questionable intentions..." Sophia whispered to him. Fin chuckled as Thoriel sent him a bit of an acid look.
Grinning he stood up, "Let's leave the young lovers alone for a bit then, shall we?" Chicken looked excited at this prospect. Sophia stood up thinking that being the object of Thoriel's look might indeed kill her.
"What shall we do, then?" she asked Fin as they wandered away from the table toward the bar. Fin took her hand and bowed.
"Well, this is a party, therefore, first we drink, then we dance!" He declared smoothly, picking up two more wines. Sophia took hers and drank it quickly.
"My, my..." Fin laughed as he finished up a bit after her and led her out to the floor. Sophia was a little tired, it was growing late, and as the dance was a slow one, she let Fin guide her, both in her steps and in the conversation.
[ May 02, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ]
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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