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[archer_in_green]

Magical Elven picnic in the park.

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[flame_archer]

[Flame dances between the trees, his hair streaming behind him, laughing happily]

[archer_in_green]

Connor laughs as well, watching his brother from his spot on the silk cushions.

[flame_archer]

[Flame dances over, flopping down next to his brother grinning.] So, sweet Hawke? Any of that summer wine left or have you and Wing drunk it all already?

[archer_in_green]

"There's enough to last til summers end, my brother. Close as that is, I think we've enough left for you." Connor grabs a pitcher and an empty glass cilling it for Roy.

[flame_archer]

[Roy drinks deep, savouring the honeyed taste.] Almost as sweet as your kiss, brother love. [he lounges back on the cushions, running his hand down Hawke's back.]

[archer_in_green]

"Flatterer. You've such a silver tongue." Still Connor bends to kiss him before he feeds Roy one of the last of the summer's blackberries.

[flame_archer]

[Roy licks the juice off Connor's fingers, sucking the tips of them playfully.] You have your magics, I have mine.

[archer_in_green]

"True enough. I'm glad you've come to keep me warm through the coming winter. Your company will make the wait for spring a pleasant dream." He brings another berry to Roy's lips, tracing them gently with his fingertips.

[flame_archer]

Then I shall be your warmth in the depths of winter, the memory of summer while the plants sleep beneath the snow. [He licks the tips of Connor's fingers, sucking in the berry.

[archer_in_green]

"Will you warm me now. I fear I feel winter coming too soon, and I thing Wing is more than able to watch our guests."

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[soothestheburn]

[Vera watches him curiously, sipping at her wine.]

[flame_archer]

Flame dips a bow and holds out his hand.] Dance with me, beautiful lady?

[soothestheburn]

I don't dance much, but... [Vera gets to her feet, and accepts his hand.] Maybe the Green will lend me some grace to dance with you.

[flame_archer]

M'lady, I have no doubt you have more grace than you know. [He takes her by the waist and spins her gently, laughing with the beauty of the day.] My brother speaks highly of you.

[soothestheburn]

[Vera manages to keep up with his pace. She laughs.] Does he? What does he say?

[flame_archer]

Protector of unicorn foals, keeper of the green places. [He spins her, smiling warmly as the warmth of the sun beams over them both.] Spring goddess.