shazrasha | 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.

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I got hisself in stitches telling him how milady also when announcing you went "this gentleman here" and you turned around to see who was behind you :D

Oh and OC being amused that someone thought I was the "nice" one :)

Well I obviously knew I wasn't a gentleman so was at first unsure of who she was referring too.

I'm rather OC amused with you being the nice one too, especially as I don't think I did anything that could be constituted as "not nice".

Being sympathetically complimented on being the 'seemingly' only level headed one in a family of artists was also funny. ;)

I was at one point called "level-headed" too by the same guy...although I had just followed up one wordsmith and one threadweaver's summing up of a deap and meaningful episode in threadweaving history with a deeply sarcastic "all I saw was a blue lady swanning about" (well, I was distracted at the time) mostly because I was getting bored again...must make sure that doesn't happen too much especially around heads of households... ;D

You were generally referred to as a group as "The DiCanto Girls" in the Crew Hut, and come Sunday morning it became apparent that you sisters were "The one who dresses like a boy" and "The other one". Although

midnightoak was also "the one with the long blonde hair" sometimes.

mwahaha! Wandering about and surrounding people in seas of blue was fantastic...and I hope we can do it again!

I thought most of the Di Cantos were nice but then Eleni is rather a soft touch.
She at no time thought you were a boy, but did find your wearing of trousers progressive and shocking.

I must say it was quite fun being a little scandalous. And the stipulation by Lady Isana that "of course I would wear a dress. She would give me her rejected dresses from Huntsworn should I have none" did amuse me greatly.

Most? Do I hint some dislike there? Who could it be I wonder... :D

Eleni didnt actually get the chance to speak to you all. Due to all the sobbing and stuff she had to do.

Flora thought you and all your guests were boring and that the toffs should have a good old shindig & get wankered instead with the commoners. That may be why Mr Griffiths decided to put Flora back in the kitchen where she belonged.

Nev thought they were all lovely, which of course makes me think there must be an evil plan afoot :)

:D Well I rather liked Eleni's straight forward and prompt shooting of the body as per her father's wishes.

Flora was rather verbose for a servant and clearly had not been properly briefed on how she should act.

And yes I'm sure there are plenty of evil plans afoot. I'm hoping they wont be the death of me.

Litara thought Flora was rather refreshing actually despite Mr Griffith's dissaproval (as for being drunk she must have missed seeing Litara the previous evening then).

And goodness me there was a lot of sobbing...

and evil plans...strange the Vichreons seem to think we have plans afoot also as I can't possible *only* write poetry and sing 0:)

Sore of foot and fleet of mind...

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