*Ilya was aware of magical manipulation of everyone's mood, and really, she thought it was great! Everyone was happy and the food was good and there was juice and drinks and it was a hi-ho time! Why would she mind? Especially since
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*Yuri's been drinking pretty gratuitously for the whole festival, occasionally slipping out to morph and cast a poison curing spell on himself that seemed to sort of help. He's still a bit drunk though, and approaches the pair, locking onto Berserker.*
Hey there... big guy. Bett'r luck next time with those... duels. O' course I'll be there so you'll still hafta watch yourself a bit.
Seem happy enou' that... Ilyana? Indraiel...? Fiona... whatever won her thing.
*Ilya looked at the two of them as she painted a little smiley sun above the ducklings; Berserker really was in a good mood too wasn't he? After all, to Yuri he just gave a big shrug and a goofy grin*
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Hey there... big guy. Bett'r luck next time with those... duels. O' course I'll be there so you'll still hafta watch yourself a bit.
Seem happy enou' that... Ilyana? Indraiel...? Fiona... whatever won her thing.
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*she felt full of pride*
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