Sore of foot and fleet of mind...

Alternatively that could be fleet of foot and sore of mind.

Souvenirs of my weekend at artificer were an inordinate amount of nat bites down both sides of my head and over both shoulders.

I had read my character brief before I turned up (I play a noble of one of the six houses) and other information as to the state of matters however, nothing prepared me for the amount of running, comforting, diplomacy and plain having to smooth over other people's indiscretions I ended up doing.

Favoured parts of the weekend were:
Randomly having no servants and being so concerned for my lady that I delved into the cellars myself for her drink.
The surprise, amusement and plain gratitude that occured whenever I appeared at my lady's side with a tissue before she had the chance to request it.
Having my head of house ask my "sister" where I was, be pointed in my direction. Have her give me a puzzled look, then go. "No, that is a man, where is your sister?"
Having an important conversation, having the plotref over to ask something and then watching her dance away with glee.