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Sophia the Thunder Mistress · 05-01-2003, 05:09 PM

At Sophia's table both Alatariel and Thoriel's heads had dropped and they slept blissfully. She and Fin exchanged rueful glances, apparently someone needed lessons in holding her liquor. Only a little giddier than before, Sophia grew bored of sitting still and wandered off to seek some company, Fin trailing behind her.

The Saucepan Man stood by hiself at one corner of the room contentedly sipping what looked like a hot cup of tea. Tea?! Sophia thought, but then revised her thought, Maybe I could use something hot and sobering too. She chuckled and wandered over to him.

"Mind if we join you in a cup of tea?" She asked him politely. "This is Fin." She waved back over her shoulder at him. He gave a slightly goofy grin (not having nearly so much charm when not dealing with women) and said in a slightly slow voice.

"Whatever we're drinking's on me!"

[ May 01, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ]

05-01-2003, 05:09 PM	#11
Sophia the Thunder Mistress Scent of Simbelmynë Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Aboard Highwind, bound for Traverse Town Posts: 1,780	At Sophia's table both Alatariel and Thoriel's heads had dropped and they slept blissfully. She and Fin exchanged rueful glances, apparently someone needed lessons in holding her liquor. Only a little giddier than before, Sophia grew bored of sitting still and wandered off to seek some company, Fin trailing behind her. The Saucepan Man stood by hiself at one corner of the room contentedly sipping what looked like a hot cup of tea. Tea?! Sophia thought, but then revised her thought, Maybe I could use something hot and sobering too. She chuckled and wandered over to him. "Mind if we join you in a cup of tea?" She asked him politely. "This is Fin." She waved back over her shoulder at him. He gave a slightly goofy grin (not having nearly so much charm when not dealing with women) and said in a slightly slow voice. "Whatever we're drinking's on me!" [ May 01, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ] __________________ 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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