Sophia grinned at Trippo's dance, she wasn't quite ready for the humiliation of joining him. Smiling at the Saucepan Man and Alaklondewen she pointed skyward as Menelien climbed to the ceiling. That girl seriously needed to sober up or she was going to get hurt. Her comrades laughed at the sight of the extrordinarily clutzy elf girl swinging from the chandelier. She hoped if Menelien fell that Trippo would catch her.
Looking up suddenly, Sophia thought she heard thunder in the distance. An irrational worry about the safety of her laptop in a lightning storm struck her. It wasn't paid for yet. Casting an apologetic look toward Saucepan and Alak she politely excused herself.
Going over to the couch where Fin slept she sank down on the floor beside his couch, resting her face on the cushions. Taking a leaf out of Diamond's book she unplugged and turned off her computer by telekinesis. She didn't have a surge protector. Realizing that turning off the laptop cut her off from the Downs she promptly fell asleep.
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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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