Faction [THP] What It Means To Be Living

[Jane]

Outfit: Floral Dress
Tag: OPEN!

Location: Snowpeak Sanctuary

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In the hunt to learn what it meant to be a Padawan, or a young girl alive for that matter, Jane had done a fair amount of research during her flights towards missions and downtime inbetween lessons. No matter what she looked up on the holonet, one thing kept coming up: To meet people who were similar to one another, be social and have friends. And that Padawans often hang out together, even after lessons or missions.

And so began her grand plan to meet new Padawans, make new friends, and catch up with those she already knew.

During her research, she discovered that a popular socialization tool was a 'potluck'. According to the holonet, this meant 'having a small party with music while everyone brings their own food'. That seemed simple enough, at least in Jane's eyes. The Snowpeak Sanctuary had many open spaces and a beautiful view in the gardens. Add some small lights, and people can even hang out at night. She had no idea if Everest would be against a gathering in the gardens, but Jane saw no harm in it.

With a location decided, all that remained were the invitations. Now, she knew how to access the database containing the Padawan's commlink informations. Figuring out how to send a mass invitation, however, with a device far too large for her hands and a strong dislike for all machinery? And constant autocorrection that didn't correct her words properly? That was the main problem. Still, after many... many attempts, the girl finally sent out her first commlink message to all Padawans associated with the Hidden Path, as well as her friend Acier Moonbound .

Perfect.

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It was afternoon when Jane finished stringing fairy lights throughout the Snowpeak Sanctuary's garden. She wasn't sure if any of that was appropriate for a potluck, but she'd seen some posts on the Holonet titled "Aesthetic Parties" and thought it would work. She wore a homemade dress made out of a nearly discarded white curtain and plant dye. It wasn't perfect; the seams were slightly off, and the inside of the dress was a disaster. But with a little help from some lovely Jedi who knew a thing or two about modifying their own Jedi Robes, it worked well enough. The white fabric fell over her body like flower petals, and her bodice was dyed in a green ombré to resemble a flower's stem. It was, in reality, far too revealing for such a cold planet. And yet, feeling no cold, she was fine.

In the middle of the garden stood a large white table she managed to "borrow" from the storage, which was a disaster to carry through the enclave on her own. Her datapad was perched atop it, its speakers playing soft jazz music. Next to it was a package of Naboo waffles; it was all she could afford, and she had no idea how to cook. But it was a start.

The colors in the sky began to shift, with the horizon painted in pinks and golden hues, signaling that the party was about to begin. She quickly fought with the last string of fairy lights, trying to fling it on top of a high branch to complete the decorations.

 

[Lestra Thairk]

Tags: Jane

Food. Glorious food. That's all Lestra needed to hear to be at this little potluck thingymajig. Apparently he had to bring some of his own food...Eh! That would be easy enough! Of course, he wore his usual outfit. Jane said to wear something good? Well, this was good! It was comfy and Lestra was used t oit. Why would he ever think about dressing up to look smart? That'd be lame, even for his standards. And Lestra wasn't lame! At least he didn't think so. Plus hey. This was a good way for him to try and relax through everything as he made his way through the enclave, arms folded behind his head.

Yet as he walked out into the garden, Lestra raised an eyebrow at the decorations. This was...a bit too fancy for his liking. the music, the fairylights. All of it seemed a bit too artificial for him. It made sense though, Lestra always knew his own tastes were a bit strange. He was more of a nature loving person than a fairy light and jazz music kind of person. He'd rather listen to the wind whistling through the trees than to listen to the beats of a drum. He shrugged his shoulders and made his way over the tables, dropping down a small plate of sandwiches, with various mystery meat based fillings. What types of meat you might ask?...Well, you'd have to taste it to find out.

And then with that being said and done, Lestra found a nice little part of the garden for him to just fall backwards onto, snuggling up to his little fur cloak. Giving a wide toothy grin to himself as he stared up at the clouds. This was how Lestra liked to be. He liked to just be able to be carefree and enjoy the moment. Seize the day and all that.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Jane Lestra Thairk

Hopefully whoever was at this potluck liked fish. And lots of it. That was the main thought going through Reina's head as she pushed the trolley filled with the various dishes she had made. She still wasn't overly social but cooking had been a nice way for her to make use of her time. And this pot luck would be a good way for her to heal. She might not talk to anyone, but surrounding herself with a good environment and good people could do wonders for her mind. And so she carried on pushing the trolley through the enclave until she reached the gardens, letting out a small sigh as she took in the people who had arrived. Seemed like she was reasonably early. Gave her time to start putting out the food!

And so that's what she did, laying down various different dishes on the table from Meiloorun glazed Nuna fish, Mon Calamari fish stew, a spicy Eel broth, some Corellian river-fish pie...Alongside a few bits of fish she had prepared for others to use to make their own little sushi rolls, alongside some seaweed to wrap it in. Reina took her aquatic food very seriously at the end of the day. It was hard to get the supplies now that she wasn't doing fishing as a livelihood, but it was still enjoyable.

Now came the hard part though. She had put all the food out...Now she had to figure out where to stand. Maybe not next to the blue-haired kid laying on the ground...She could stand by herself, but that might make her look even more anti-social than she was...Standing next to Jane wouldn't work either. She'd start talking to Reina more than likely, and Reina wouldn't be able to respond, unless she typed...and going off the message Reina had gotten from Jane, she was under the assumption that Jane struggled to spell and read like how Reina used to...

And that's when her eyes spotted it. The small little pool hidden off towards the edge. She bit her tongue for a moment in debate, as if she was literally judging her choice off an imaginary set of scales. Kark it. She might as well. The redhead made her way over towards the pool and just slipped her way beneath the water. It could act as some exercise whilst she waited for people she knew to arrive...or for her to build up an appetite. Whichever came first.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

: Means written/typed communication : < Means Sign Language communication >

 

[Ben Khal]

Ben hadn’t been back for long, and things were already going awry. Nathan, the Jedi Knight who had rescued him from captivity and offered to become his new master, didn’t show up at the first training session they had agreed upon. Ben tried to contact him, but Nathan wasn’t returning his calls. He had no way of knowing where the man was or why he had stopped communicating.

The NJO in the wake of Coruscant’s fall was no longer recognizable to him. Many of the Jedi he had known before his exile had left, scattering to various hidden enclaves. The people walked the halls now were strangers. He didn’t belong there.

It made sense to seek out the Hidden Path… yes and no. Familiar faces were there, but they also knew what he had done to warrant the Barash. And though he was able to make his way to Snowpeak Sanctuary, he was still very awkward and shy, unsure how to fit in amongst the others.

That is, until he received a message from “Jane”. Attending a party seemed like a good place to start mingling.

He arrived at the gardens not long after Lestra Thairk , briefly eyeing the blue-haired, red-eyed boy in front of him's choice of food. Sandwiches? That's it? He glanced down at the covered pot he had brought, chewing his lip. Unlike Lestra, he had gone in the opposite direction, overdoing the potluck part of the equation. At least he hadn't overdressed; he was just wearing his usual Jedi robes.

A redhaired girl pushing a cart laden with fish came up behind him. He quickly moved out of the way, letting her pass in front of him before he finally worked up the courage to follow her over to the table. After she had finished distributing her seafood contributions, he set his pot down. It was made from a thick green ceramic, covered by a glass lid. Condensation on the underside of the glass blurred the view of its contents... for now. Someone would presumably open it soon, curious to see what it contained. He didn't want to be there when they did.

Instead, he honed in on the one person who seemed to have gotten there first, a purple-skinned, white-haired girl in her early teens. Approaching Jane slowly, he cleared his throat softly. "Excuse me. Do you know where I can find, uh... Jane?"

Reina Daival​

 

[Monira Opus]

OMG, what is that smell?

Monira didn't expect the potluck to be quite so potent, though perhaps she should've known better. Clutching a plate of mooncakes - a sweet, doughy holiday confection from her homeworld - she followed the alien aromas into the garden.

She was as curious about the people who had brought them as she was about the food. So far there were only a handful of other people there, but the variety displayed on the table was already impressive. Grinning with excitement, she placed her mooncakes beside the others and grabbed a plate.

Why are there so many fish dishes? And what is in those sandwiches? Whatever, I'll have a little of everything.

She lifted the lid of Ben's dish and was promptly hit by a cloud of fragrant steam. It was... fancy.

"What is this?" she asked.

There was no answer. Shrugging, she eagerly heaped a huge helping of the mystery dish onto her plate. It couldn't hurt to try something new, right?

Jane Lestra Thairk Reina Daival​

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Winter Outfit
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings, Seer Stone, Wayfinder's Flare, Engagement Ring
Companion: Isari
Tag: Jane Lestra Thairk Reina Daival Ben Khal Monira Opus OPEN

The days at Snowpeak had blurred together since the enclave's formation. Ever since the first stone had been laid, there had been little time for stillness. Meetings, training, repairs, and the quiet but heavy responsibility of keeping hope alive for those who sought refuge — all of it had left Eve with scarcely a moment to breathe.

So when her datapad pinged with Jane's potluck invitation, written in clumsy spelling and odd capitalisations, Eve had found herself smiling for the first time that long day. It reminded her of her own early struggles with technology — more errors than words at first — and she had found Jane's determination both endearing and deeply warming.

The thought of Jane organising something so simple and yet so meaningful had tugged at her heart. They needed this. Not strategy meetings, not training, not another mission — but a moment to sit together, share food, and remember why they were here. Why they lived.

So, at dawn, Eve had risen early and slipped into the Temple kitchen. Hours passed in quiet labour as she prepared dishes from her mother's table: spiced lentil curry, rich enough to drive the cold from bones; honey-glazed vegetable pies with golden, flaky crusts; and her favourite — lemon drizzle cake, bright and sweet as sunlight. By the time she stepped into the gardens, carrying her contributions, the sky had already begun to blush with afternoon hues.

Today, she did not wear armour or the rigid folds of her Jedi robes. Instead, she had chosen comfort — a pale wool tunic with a high collar, soft grey trousers tucked into warm boots, and a faux fur-lined cloak in muted silver, clasped at her shoulder. The cloak's hood framed her face against the chill, and the single black eyepatch marked her still unmistakably as herself. It was not grandeur, but a simple, humble warmth.

She placed her food on the table, offering a small smile to the variety of dishes already gathered there. Then, weaving through the fairy lights strung between branches, she found Jane, still fussing with her decorations. Eve rested a hand gently on the girl's shoulder, her voice soft but steady.

"Well done, Jane. We need more moments like this. I'm proud of you for pulling it together."

Her silver eye lingered on her student for a heartbeat, pride and affection clear, before she moved on, slow, watchful and present. Isari padded along at her side, drawing curious glances as the fox's silver eyes caught the lights.

Her gaze passed over the gathering — Lestra sprawling in the grass, Ben lingering awkwardly near the table, Monira already sampling dishes with curiosity. And then, by the pool's edge, she caught sight of Reina.

For a moment, Eve's breath caught. The sight of her — fragile and strong all at once, red hair catching the garden's glow — stirred something tender and aching in Eve's chest. A pang of fresh memory, of everything that had been endured, and a quiet prayer in her heart for brighter days ahead.

She smiled gently toward her, though she did not intrude for now. Instead, she let the warmth of the moment settle in her — the murmur of voices, the flicker of lights, the promise of shared food — and allowed herself, at last, to breathe.

 

[Alana Calloway]

Tags: Jane Lestra Thairk Everest Vale Reina Daival Ben Khal Monira Opus
Gear: In Bio

Alana stumbled forward as she tried to adjust to her fading vision, the bandages still wrapped about her eyes, as she gingerly stepped forward. She wasn't sure where everyone was going, or why, but she felt a gathering here, and...frankly being in the company of many was of a small comfort to the still recovering Echani.

She heard voices as she cautiously entered in, unable to make out the bodies, only feeling the familiar presences about. She caught the scent on the wind, and assumed this was some sort of gathering for, eating or something. She felt Reina near by, and began making her way towards her, slowly and a tad unsteady. Though she was unknowingly approaching the edge of the pool, looking as if she might just fall in. She was trying to figure out these odd spaces within her senses, but with the senses of her Force sensing, everything was a bit hard to map out.

Though she was not about to ask for help. No way in hell.

So, stubborn as all hell, Alana continued on, slowly edging closer, and closer to the pool, as she sought to join Reina.

 

[Michael Angellus]

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PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry # 1942
Location: – Eshan again
Assigned Craft: Well, I crafted this Nerfburger casserole
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Nervous
Background Noise: Who else. but the spherical Diva.

Well, this wasn’t something I was expecting to do. I was still on Eshan after that “flashlight” class as my rotund friend liked to call it.

Weee-booop. [Translation: It’s not my fault they basically made you a lantern.]

See what I mean? Even if he is right(which he isn’t), I don’t get a lot of chances to learn, so I take advantage of group classes. It’s what I had to do on Naboo. Anyway, I was there and I saw my buddy Acier bail on that class, well, he wasn’t bailing on this. He and I have the same issue…

Wooo-beeep. [Translation: You definitely have issues.]

Sigh Anyway, if I was coming to this potluck, he would.

Wooo-oop. [Translation: Why am I coming?]

Good question, why are you coming?

Woooo. [Translation: Rude.]

He’d be fine. He was here trying to be a friend in his normal “grumpy old fool” way. It was just his thing, and frankly it made me more eager to come here. Not to come and leave, but to at least say that I did so. If I have a little fun, all the better. If I don’t, at least I can say I tried, right?

Whyyou laggin’?

He wasn’t lagging, but at that point I was walking into the party area and over where all… I guess they call it a serving station? I don’t know, I don’t get invited to parties. Anyway I might as well get in a fun mood, I guess. Putting the serving dish down, I was surprised at what I saw. Fish? I love fish!

“Chrrp.” [Translation: You’ll be a human before you know it.]

Sigh

– Michael A.
If I knew it was this easy, I would have done this sooner.

TAG: Acier Moonbound | Open

This is where he is speaking

 

[Vess Sadragen]

Vess emerged quietly, the way she always did naturally unremarkable in the way that let people overlook her when she wanted them to. Her clothes were practical and forgettable: grey longcoat, black top, dark trousers tucked into worn boots.

She didn't gravitate toward the crowd or the table. She didn't even glance at the food. The garden was a blur of lights, voices, and faces too much movement for her liking. But it was better than silence, noise was a better companion than the silence of her mind.

She walked the edge of it all until movement by the pool caught her eye.

Someone unfamiliar, tall, pale, bandages over her eyes. Moving unsteadily. Vess paused. A single half-step told her everything she needed to know the girl's footing was wrong, she was drifting dangerously close to the edge of the water. Vess hesitated biting her lip before her reflexes kicked in. Vess stepped in fast, closing the distance and reached out fingers grazing the girl's arm just enough to slow her without startling not taking ahold of her arm but close enough if needed.

"Watch your step, it's a little cold for a swim." she said calmly and quietly, she didn't know her but she would hate herself if she didn't try to stop something avoidable. "Turn to your left and walk about ten paces." she spoke softly just in her hearing. She would remain just long enough to see if the woman changed her course then would slip away.

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TAG: Alana Calloway + OPEN

 

[Delsin Shaw]

|| Equipment: Mustafarian Lava Rolls, Armed Discretely ||
|| Tags: Michael Angellus | Alana Calloway | Everest Vale | Monira Opus | Ben Khal | Reina Daival | Lestra Thairk | Jane | Vess Sadragen ||
|| INVITED ||​

Holding within my hands, was an insulated container. Within, held a rather healthy amount of Lava Rolls. A sweet bread that was rolled, and spiced before baking. Then drizzled with sweats and cookie crumbles over the top. Not actually made by Mustafarian, but named after them due to the look that the rolls had. Like a mound of slowly drying and cooling lava. A soft smile came to my face as I walked in towards this potluck. Cute and rather asethetic lights strewn up in all formations around the gathering area. Even on Eshan, which was known to be rather cold near its poles, this to me, was home. No extra clothing required. Just simple wear for myself. I came looking nice enough. Simple white with some dark gold, and crimson to highlight the white among the bountiful amounts of snow.

I let my presence be soft, and light. Not obtrusive, or commanding. Just there. Holding it at a level where yes, I was force sensitive, but I was not wholly of the Light or the Dark. Someone who just molded themselves into the background. I did not hide from them. As surely they could see me. More so, hearing that the Enclave built upon Eshan and now that gatherings were being held, I found it important to show up and give support to my people wherever possible. Even if they may have not been inclined to have my same views. They were still family to me.

Moving about the gathering with the rolls in my hand, as I would never come to such a function empty handed, moved to set the dish down at the deserts table. Slowly removing the food within from the insulated container. Setting it to the side and then finally, taking my time to look around.

Many Echani were here. Many were deeply tied to the Light of the Force. Others as well. People from different walks of life. Likely Jedi or some adjacent order that supported this gathering. Connections I had gotten in my time, spoke softly and in whispers of how an Enclave could be built on Eshan despite the core worlds being taken from the Galactic Alliance. Surely there was another group that was forming within the airspace of the Alliance.

To that end, I wished to learn more of these people. Understand who and what they were, if there was any. If not, then at the very least, I was supporting my kindred in holding such gatherings. Even in these darker times.

I did notice one specific Echani. Dressed rather well. Clearly a Jedi. Her presence was stout and strong. Yet having a soft regality to it. I slowly made my way over. The soft grin left on my face as inviting as possible. They seemed drawn to something at the moment, and I hoped to not break that too harshly with my words.

"Excuse me, ma'am. I am assuming this is the gathering being held by a uh... what is their name. Jane! yes. Jane?"

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Eshan - Snowpeak Sanctuary

Equipment:
Winter Gear | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27

The Flickerfox had been fueled, warmed, ready to lift the moment he stepped aboard. But he hadn't keyed the nav. He could've been gone yesterday. Could've threw himself back into the mission.

Instead, he lingered. Told himself it was to check on Kat, or the kid, or to square away the crates he'd hauled. But if he was being honest? He just wanted a little more time with those he came to know as friends. One more day to see them, to grab a word or a walk without the noise of the wider galaxy pressing in. That much he could handle.

What he couldn't handle was this. Socializing with a crowd. The potluck wasn't subtle - fairy lights strung across the garden, music bleeding out of a datapad, Padawans drifting in like moths. Jane had gone all-in on some holonet idea of a party, and now here it was in front of him.

Ace hadn't planned on attending but Michael had caught him before he could slip away. One casserole and a lot of needling later, here he was. He lingered a step behind Michael, hands in his coat pockets. The noise, the crowd, the forced cheer, it was all above his capacity. But he stayed anyway.

Tic beeped at his boot, lens flickering bright as they passed under Jane's crooked string of fairy lights. The droid darted ahead, skittering circles around Michael's BB-unit. Then he scrambled onto the table to nose at the Naboo waffles and casserole before trilling at the fairy lights like they were the real prize.

Ace shook his head, finally stepping closer. Jane was still fussing with her decorations, Lestra was flat on his back, sandwich plate abandoned. Everest was moving through the garden with that steady calm that always seemed to settle a room. There were more faces, ones he wasn't familiar with or had never encountered. What was he even doing here? He wasn't even a Padawan.

"Guess you found your crowd." he said dryly to Michael, arms folding. "Hope you're happy."

Michael Angellus | Jane | Lestra Thairk | Reina Daival | Ben Khal | Monira Opus | Everest Vale | Vess Sadragen | Delsin Shaw​

 

[Aileni Ifor Xeraic]

Location: Eshan
Attire: Large green hoodie
Equipment: Dathomiri Energy Bow, practice saber
Tag: Jane | Lestra Thairk | Reina Daival | Ben Khal | Monira Opus | Everest Vale | Alana Calloway | Michael Angellus | Vess Sadragen | Delsin Shaw | Acier Moonbound - Open

Food - Bantha Stew (in the style of a beef bourguignon) and a delicately decorated three tiered cake

When the invitation had been sent out to all the Padawans and Aileni realised he had gotten one, the young Dathomiri had studied the invitation for a few days. He rarely got a chance to surround himself with people more his age, it was usually those closer to his mother's age or even older. To see an opportunity to be around people who were Padawans and about his age, it was exciting and he was thrilled to have an opportunity to explore the social fun aspects of being a Padawan. Something he hadn't had the experience quite yet in his training. It was also a chance to show off a little with his cooking and baking skills, something that had been a long time love of Aileni's.

So when it was mentioned that the event would be in three moon cycles, Aileni began preparing to figure out the perfect items to bring. Something warm, wholesome and soothing to the soul sounded perfect to Aileni. Perhaps a stew. Therefore, Aileni researched stew recipes and found one that he thought would go down well. Getting the supplies, Aileni knew he would be doing a dessert as well, he always had to do two courses minimum whenever he was cooking. It never felt like a completed meal if you just had a savoury dish.

Aileni placed the large, deep pan that he had made the stew in on one end of the table, the side he assumed would be savoury based. Then on the other end of the table, he placed the tiered cake delicately. Ensuring the heat of the stew would not melt or damage the icing of the cake. Wiping his brow, Aileni let out a thankful sigh that he had been able to get the dishes done in time. There was a moment he feared that he had set his expectations too high in what he could achieve but the end result spoke for itself.

His outfit was not fancy but leaning more practical with the colder weather that Aileni was not accustomed to, he felt that wearing something practical over nearly dying from hypothermia would be acceptable. Perhaps an exaggeration but whenever he was cold like this, Aileni felt very exaggerated as a person.

 

[Michael Angellus]

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PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry # 1942
Location: – Eshan again
Assigned Craft: Whatever can get me out of here fastest at this point.
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Annoyed
Background Noise: Who else? But the spherical Diva… and some bad music.

"Guess you found your crowd." he said dryly to Michael, arms folding. "Hope you're happy."

What the?

Weee-booop. [Translation: He’s out of line, but is he wrong?]

Wait. Am I in the wrong for wanting to go to something like this? Something that I’ll be dwelling on for the next month on whether I did something wrong or not? I guess so, but he’s in the same boat as me and I’m not going to apologize for wanting to look out for one of the few friends I actually have.

Wooo-beeep. [Translation: I’m actually going to stay out of this one.]

Sigh Finally. Anyway, I looked back at him, and was annoyed.

”My crowd”? What the frell is that? You’re a part of this too. I mean, you welcomed me to this.

Woooo. [Translation: Wow. The Wuss becomes a wimp.]

Jerk is actually complimenting me.

If it’s “my crowd”, why am I not willing to come here if my friend wasn’t here? If anyone is “my crowd”, it’s your folded arm self. If you wanna leave, go ahead, I’ll be right behind you… the only reason I’m here is because I thought my bro would do it with me. Otherwise we're both missing out on life...

I was being mean, but the guy was just trying to isolate. That’s not cool, especially since someone who always isolates is recognizing that. There's Aileni Ifor Xeraic , I pumped a closed fist... a way of saying "hi".

“Chrrp.” [Translation: … and the wimp becomes a Nerd.]

Sigh Thanks… I think.

– Michael A.
So much for easy.

TAG: Acier Moonbound | Open

This is where he is speaking

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Eshan - Snowpeak Sanctuary

Equipment:
Winter Gear | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27

Ace's smirk didn't budge, even after Michael threw it back at him. He just stood there, arms folded, letting him get it all out. The casserole, the crowd, the whole bit about friends.

Silence stretched a moment longer than it needed to. Then Ace shifted, unfolded his arms, and clapped a hand onto Michael's shoulder.

"Relax, Michael." He said, tone low but steady. "I was just teasing you."

However, this raised a troubling question: did he really brood that much, that people couldn't even tell when he was joking? Ace pondered on it for a moment, briefly falling into deep thought before snapping out of it.

The smirk tugged back, faint and wry. "Truth is, I didn't actually want to be here. Still don't. But... I'll suck it up. Try to play nice. Socialize. All that."

Tic beeped like he didn't believe a word of it, tugging at a dangling string of lights until they swayed precariously over the table. Ace didn't move to stop him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Michael lifting a fist in greeting to one of the other Padawans - the kid who'd brought stew and cake. Ace said nothing, and merely observed. Like he always did.

Michael Angellus | Aileni Ifor Xeraic