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Enter Arithon, from the House of Arch. He has shadows wrapped around his face. It keeps the light out of hungover eyes. Most of the light. Sorcerers can see in the dark. He makes his way to a booth, and shrouds it in shadow as well. Ow.

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Svava, looking entirely too bright and cheerful, wanders over.

"I'm guessing too much to drink last night, Arithon?" Yes.... bright and cheerful. ~~Don't you just want to shoot her?~~

He says nothing. Eloquently. Without use of dirty looks, even.

Svava smiles faintly, sitting down next to him. One hand reaches up, and she traces a bind rune an inch above Arithon's forehead. Given its affect, there's no bright lights or loud noises, its simply there then not there, and as it fades quickly away it takes the hangover with it.

"Thank you, Lady Svava. And may I compliment you on your lovely singing voice?"

Without insult, even. He smiles back, equally faintly, and finally flags a Tashka to take his order. Two dinners and a hot cider.

"Since I can't recall singing last night, I'll have to take your word for it." She eyes him now.

"Whatever drinks you got for that game got me drunk as well, you know."

"Did they? I hadn't noticed."

Dryly, and then he hums Jack's favorite song at her.

"You didn't notice? I'll bet." She raises a brow at Arithon, then laughs.

"I had almost forgotten something I came down here to do last night, so I sobered myself up after I got to my room last night.... or at least that's what I'm guessing what happened. Something like that."

"I gave you escort, my lady. You were, er, resting against Captain Sparrow, and it was not quite your normal behavior."

He smiles a bit at her, and pushes one of the plates of food over in her direction.

"Getting drunk isn't my normal behavior." She takes the offered plate of food. "Pirates, really..." A teasing grin to Arithon.

"Though the little I remember, it was fun."

"We are as nature created us. It was fun, wasn't it?"

How long has it been since he got to sit with another sailor and play games? Since he played games at all, really. Last night....was much needed.

"Oh, lots of fun." She laughs quietly, agreeing.

"And speaking of, were you the one that did the snow and ice sculptures outside?"

He simply nods when she asks. There may be a slight smile, but then again...there may not.

"I did. Hotaru asked me to show her."

"They're beautiful. I took Yrael out last night to see them." Svava beams.

"I am glad you like them. The Riathan Paravian...fails to express how beautiful they are. But then, the one of you and Lord Yrael also fails to capture the sensation of how you looked."

He gives a wry smile.

"Well, I can at least say the one of Yrael and I was near perfect. The... "Riathan Paravian" was the unicorn?"

He nods,

"Yes. Ri'athan means 'one who touches divinity'. They were the best of the Paravian peoples."

"And that's the name of the world you're from, yes?" She nods, and slowly smiles.

"I've never seen one, but if they are anything close to what you created out there, they would be divine."

"They were."

MOrosely, looking at his hands. Arithon has a complex when it comes to such things.

"I've only seen their ghosts, but....they were."

Svava reaches over, and rests one of her hands on his for a moment. "I'm sorry." Quietly.

"That is why I agreed to the coronation. Prophecy says that if I become king, they may come back."

He hates it. He doesn't want to be a king. He can't handle the responsibility.

He may not say that, but she's gotten better at reading people.

"But you don't want to, do you, Arithon?"

"No, Lady. I do not wish to. I no longer have the choice."

Flatly. It says 'Conversation ends here'. He looks up at her with bleak green eyes, then directs them firmly to his plate.

The Valkyrie knows how to drop subjects as well. She eats for a bit, before finally-

"Well, the sculptures were still beautiful. If it doesn't tax you to do the magic to make them, maybe you could make more?"

"I could, and I would be happy to. What would you like to see?"

He is grateful. Really.

"Oh, anything you'd like to make, really." She chuckles.

"Hm. If they could be lit up... Most magical lights don't give off heat unless they're willed to."

"You are unhelpful, and I am not artistic."

He says with a laugh.

"You were artistic enough before!" Svava laughs.

"Though if you made some that could be lit up, both Yrael and I could do that, with the magics we both know."

"All I did before was put memories to ice, Lady."

He shakes his head at her, and laughs.

She gives him a mock glare, and sips her hot chocolate.

"We'll also have to do another music and dancing night."

"As you wish, lady."

He should never, ever have let on that he could dance. He'll get used to it, though, because his player re-read that section and realized that she'd read it wrong. So we'll say he's just been posing as a dance-hater and will give up the pose when he realizes Svava is going to make him be social will he or nil he.

A slight grin and she nods.

"And we will have to get more people next time, if we can...Hm."

He's not going to organize, damnit. He won't. He just makes a non-committal noise, and eats his dinner.

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