Bittie's Keg and Snack's Tavern
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Adonair
Re: Bittie's Keg and Snack's Tavern
"Thank you my friend." Adonair takes Logo's gift with tears welling in his eyes. It is truly beautiful and special. The gifts are loaded in the carriage, final goodbyes are said and the happy couple head down the road towards Bravia town, the first stop on their honeymoon which will eventually take them to the seashore.
Re: Bittie's Keg and Snack's Tavern
Willow hugs her old and new friends and says goodbye to everyone again.
Then Adonair helps her into the beautifully decorated carriage, where she sits down with your husband (giving him a cuddle and kiss). Then they wave goodbye and head off on their honeymoon.
Max runs after the carriage barking (too busy saying goodbye to his friends too). Oh Max, Willow said. The driver stops and lets him on board too. And then its off to Bravia.
Then Adonair helps her into the beautifully decorated carriage, where she sits down with your husband (giving him a cuddle and kiss). Then they wave goodbye and head off on their honeymoon.
Max runs after the carriage barking (too busy saying goodbye to his friends too). Oh Max, Willow said. The driver stops and lets him on board too. And then its off to Bravia.
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AuroraKiye
Re: Bittie's Keg and Snack's Tavern
The biggest social event of the season would at least be memorable. How often does one see a halfgrown hippogriff turn into a multicolored toad and then into a dragon? How often does one see wild majic go so far awry? And how often do some very good people who are very dear friends have their wedding reception in your tavern? Well, for Arkie, it just doesn't happen that often.
That was the good news. The bad news is that there was a bit more damage than Arkie's original estimate. In fact, two tables, three benches, six chairs, and assorted dishware were broken, and some of the tableclothes were so badly stained from the drinks and food that the washing lady suggested using them either as rags or just adding splotches of dyes and call it some exotic name, so that folks would think that's the way the table clothes were supposed to look.
The Thatchers had stayed to clean the entire tavern up, so that the next day when the Tavern opened, it was as if nothing happened. They insisted that they could see about fixing the furniture, so when their wagon left at dawn, the broken wooden pieces were in the back of the wagon, along with several barrels of leftover food for their pigs. The Construct was laid to rest in the basement, the majic powering her had depleted Arkie to the point that rather than trudge home, she'd hitched a ride in the wagon with the tired Thatcher family.
Regina was in the yard when Arkie got home, watching the road, huffing her feathers, perturbed. Arkie petted Regina, and sat beside her for just a minute.
Regina's wings shielded Arkie from the morning sun, and from the noon sun. In the late afternoon, Regina insisted that Arkie should be awake. Much to Arkie's surprise, when she opened her eyes, she found that she was home, but in her front yard. She had no memory of getting home, or why she'd chosen to sleep in her yard.
As she stretches after she'd become more awake, she remembers why she was asleep in the yard and not in the bed. She'd decided it was too far to walk to her bed.
That was the good news. The bad news is that there was a bit more damage than Arkie's original estimate. In fact, two tables, three benches, six chairs, and assorted dishware were broken, and some of the tableclothes were so badly stained from the drinks and food that the washing lady suggested using them either as rags or just adding splotches of dyes and call it some exotic name, so that folks would think that's the way the table clothes were supposed to look.
The Thatchers had stayed to clean the entire tavern up, so that the next day when the Tavern opened, it was as if nothing happened. They insisted that they could see about fixing the furniture, so when their wagon left at dawn, the broken wooden pieces were in the back of the wagon, along with several barrels of leftover food for their pigs. The Construct was laid to rest in the basement, the majic powering her had depleted Arkie to the point that rather than trudge home, she'd hitched a ride in the wagon with the tired Thatcher family.
Regina was in the yard when Arkie got home, watching the road, huffing her feathers, perturbed. Arkie petted Regina, and sat beside her for just a minute.
Regina's wings shielded Arkie from the morning sun, and from the noon sun. In the late afternoon, Regina insisted that Arkie should be awake. Much to Arkie's surprise, when she opened her eyes, she found that she was home, but in her front yard. She had no memory of getting home, or why she'd chosen to sleep in her yard.
As she stretches after she'd become more awake, she remembers why she was asleep in the yard and not in the bed. She'd decided it was too far to walk to her bed.
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Ember232
Re: Bittie's Keg and Snack's Tavern
Pup had fallen asleep atop a keg of warm cider, snoring soft, gentle and content long after the party ended, sadly Missing Willow and Adonairs goodbyes, but she would see them all again eventually, hopefully sooner rather then later. For now, she enjoyed her slumber. The smell of cider gave her dreams an oddly sweet quality, which she enjoyed.
(( Sorry Ive been away if anyone cares. >.0 Irl drama. ))
(( Sorry Ive been away if anyone cares. >.0 Irl drama. ))
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AuroraKiye
Re: Bittie's Keg and Snack's Tavern
The wedding reception that had been the first of it's kind in the tavern was no longer evidenced by broken furniture or by cake icing which had somehow found it's way onto the wall. Arkie's Construct is now back on the job of helping, cleaning and serving, and Arkie's deep fatigue is now long past.
Finding that she was completely wiped out, physically and mentally, after the reception has made Arkie conscientious about pushing her own limits, trying to build up stamina and strength. The downstairs now has some equipment to help her build her own muscles, but she and the Construct now go to exercise together after the tavern has closed. At first, Arkie would become so tired after a few hours of double exercise that she would sleep on the floor in the basement, rather than try to walk home. Now, however, she can trudge home, still not eager to press her luck by using magic to wish herself home.
She waits sometimes in the quiet of the afternoon, sitting in the almost empty tavern, waiting for someone she doesn't know to come, waiting for something that is like a wisp of fog on a morning breeze, almost seen and not felt, but soon gone.
Finding that she was completely wiped out, physically and mentally, after the reception has made Arkie conscientious about pushing her own limits, trying to build up stamina and strength. The downstairs now has some equipment to help her build her own muscles, but she and the Construct now go to exercise together after the tavern has closed. At first, Arkie would become so tired after a few hours of double exercise that she would sleep on the floor in the basement, rather than try to walk home. Now, however, she can trudge home, still not eager to press her luck by using magic to wish herself home.
She waits sometimes in the quiet of the afternoon, sitting in the almost empty tavern, waiting for someone she doesn't know to come, waiting for something that is like a wisp of fog on a morning breeze, almost seen and not felt, but soon gone.
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AuroraKiye
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Arkie posts some new menu items on the board and refreshens the tavern by bringing in pots of cheerful flowers. Opening up the windows and whitewashing the outside, and scrubbing and cleaning the inside, the dregs of winter fires hauled out of the fireplace, she and the Construct worked through the spring days and into the cool of the evenings, with breaks for the spring rains.
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Ember232
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Pup wandered into Arkies Tavern, now added to her weapon collection was a short staff in her right hand, which she left by the door for good reason, Her hair was shorter now, but only at about her shoulders-better for training it seemed. She looked around for her friend, her heavy military boots making light thumps when she walked. The pale girl was taller too, her coat reached about her knees, and she had gained at least six inches in the past year. " Arkie? " she called, her voice was still young though, little maturity there.