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[irime]

*leans against a tree in the garden, surveying the party*

*thinks longingly of the parties she used to throw, and the people...*

Chandra...

*digs her nails into the bark of the tree, wishing she had worn her claws; she feels too defenseless, too elven without them*

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[catprince]

*joins you and points at the party guests, gathered around Turin and Caranthire and congratulating them*

They look so happy, don't they?

[irime]

I guess...

*smiles a little*

[catprince]

It's too bad you're not joining them. They tell tales of your parties, and how you'd dance and laugh...

[irime]

*looks at you sharply*

Don't talk about that. What do you want?

[caranthire]

*comes up to you*

Thank you for everything.

[irime]

Hey, don't mention it.

*hugs you* Now all you have to concetrate on is being a good little wife ;)

[caranthire]

*snorts in the most unladylike manner possible*

Yep. Me. Doing the dishes. And DUSTING.

[irime]

That's where the being immensely rich part comes in handy, sugar.