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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 15:35:05 GMT
He grinned sheepishly, the memory of the last ceremony coming back to him. Whilst his dragon had been fairly tipsy, he was completely hammered by the end of the night.
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 15:38:26 GMT
She shook her head, laughing. "You won't be smiling when you're completely hung over tomorrow morning."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 15:41:27 GMT
"No, but it's almost worth it," he laughed. "And at least everyone will be in the same boat."
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 15:47:43 GMT
She rolled her eyes. "Don't hammer yourself, Cheif."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 15:53:47 GMT
"There will be an attempt," he joked. "I suppose I should probably try to stay sober as possible to set an example."
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 15:58:18 GMT
"As long as I get my title before you start getting tipsy."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 15:59:53 GMT
"Of course," he said in mock offense. "We never crack open the ale until the celebrations are well underway."
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 16:06:03 GMT
"Or then we'd have all these Vikings with ridiculous names going around. Don't get tempted for an early celebration, Chief."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 16:07:41 GMT
"I can't believe you'd think of me like that," he said, outraged.
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 16:10:50 GMT
"Relax, relax, I'm only joking, Cheif."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 16:12:54 GMT
"I know," he rolled his eyes with a grin. "Not everyone would dare to tease their Chief, you know?"
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 16:15:28 GMT
She laughed sheepishly. "I guess I could stand to be a little more respectful. Sorry, Chief."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 16:18:03 GMT
"No, it's good that you keep me on my toes," he said with a smile.
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 16:36:52 GMT
Evalda smiled, sitting back down on the bed. "If you say so."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 16:43:17 GMT
He returned the smile, uncertain of how to continue the conversation. "Er, do you need me to get you anything?"
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 16:44:39 GMT
She rubbed the back of her neck, feeling the awkward lull in the conversation. "No, no. I'm fine. Just going to practice walking a bit before tonight."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 16:45:35 GMT
He nodded. "I'll leave you to it then. Erm, see you later."
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 16:47:58 GMT
"See you tonight." She glanced away, tracing the cracks in the leather handle of her weapon.
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 16:48:39 GMT
He cast her a last smile before ducking his head to exit the house.
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Post by Silver on Jan 1, 2015 19:12:17 GMT
Kaia touched down in the middle of the village later that day, her appearance was noticeably disheveled as Astor let out an irritated huff. "No, it's okay." She hopped to the ground and inspected the dragon's condition. "It wasn't your fault."
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