I sip, you sip, we sip [Jup's bachelor orgy]
09-07-2020, 02:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-07-2020, 02:43 PM by Aryn.)
Aryn had been sufficiently and completely spooked at the Fireside border and had made the decision very quickly that maybe the poor goats' lives weren't worth her own. She'd done her best to completely avoid any surrounding territory in case the King appeared once more to chase her over the border, though couldn't help but worry when she'd heard of the gathering Fireside was throwing nearby. Her brother had mentioned maybe attending, so as any good sister would be expected to she decided to head there first and check it out.
At first glance it didn't seem too dangerous, though for all she knew Tyrian would be dragging out a live baby goat to serve as an appetitizer for the debauchery. It couldn't hurt to stay a while, after all it wasn't as if there were wolves accepting or turning away strangers at the door.
There was always the possibility of the Fireside king recognizing her and throwing her out but somehow she didn't think he would. While Tyrian had the opportunity and the right to punish her for her transgression he had decided not to, he allowed her to leave in one piece and Aryn assumed that must simply be the gentleman within him. If he forgave her then, what reason would he have to give her the boot now?
The shy young lady didn't move to introduce herself, she merely slipped past the growing crowd and began to look for something to occupy herself with while she spied. Every single drink seemed to have some funny smell along with it - was this just some cultural thing from Fireside? Wrinkling her nose she grabbed one at random, seating herself gracefully upon the black sand and trying to gather the urge to socialize.
OOC NOTE: Uhh, turns out Aryn is in heat so enjoy your complimentary mood-candle adding romantic atmosphere nearby.
At first glance it didn't seem too dangerous, though for all she knew Tyrian would be dragging out a live baby goat to serve as an appetitizer for the debauchery. It couldn't hurt to stay a while, after all it wasn't as if there were wolves accepting or turning away strangers at the door.
There was always the possibility of the Fireside king recognizing her and throwing her out but somehow she didn't think he would. While Tyrian had the opportunity and the right to punish her for her transgression he had decided not to, he allowed her to leave in one piece and Aryn assumed that must simply be the gentleman within him. If he forgave her then, what reason would he have to give her the boot now?
The shy young lady didn't move to introduce herself, she merely slipped past the growing crowd and began to look for something to occupy herself with while she spied. Every single drink seemed to have some funny smell along with it - was this just some cultural thing from Fireside? Wrinkling her nose she grabbed one at random, seating herself gracefully upon the black sand and trying to gather the urge to socialize.
OOC NOTE: Uhh, turns out Aryn is in heat so enjoy your complimentary mood-candle adding romantic atmosphere nearby.