Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141117042712/@comment-11457306-20141119041020

(The doors are wide open, people.  Riona opened them.)

(One last post, then I have to go.  My computer is slow as molasses anyway.)

Megan moved over on the bed to make more room, watching in amusement as Faolin tried to eat politely with the ladle. She had no other spoons than they'd used or she would have offered one. Darach was forced up against her as the others sat down. She knew he didn't mind that. Nor did she, really, but she was focused on Faolin.

"Yes, you do," she replied, nodding. You remind me very much of a picture of Emperor Makoru I saw in Daggerfall. His Lady Consort was standing behind him, with a hand on his shoulder. They both looked very regal. You have her eyes and his chin and nose, Lord Prince Faolin. I would rise and curtsy, but I think you would not wish it, or you would have told us all who you were from the beginning."

(Good night.)