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[balletrat]

*Meg bounces downstairs and into the bar. She is not a dragon.*

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert waves to her from the Bar, sufficiently relieved by her not-dragon-ness.

[balletrat]

*Meg waves back, cheerfully, and continues to be not-a-dragon.* 'lo, Cuthbert.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"Evening, Meg. Back to normal, I see?"

[balletrat]

I had to change back for the wedding, *Meg explains, with a grin.* Bit hard for me to fit in the dress as a dragon.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert nods. "Ah, yes, the wedding...I watched the ceremony, but I was on my way upstairs, so I didn't hang around long. Everything went well, I hope?"

[balletrat]

*Meg's smile could light up Paris.*

Everything went perfectly.

*She considers, and giggles, a bit.* Well, for Moiraine, anyways. I almost got unlucky enough to catch the bouquet, but I ducked, just in time.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Bert grins. "Not looking to get tied down, or just not looking to get tied down just yet? And who did catch it, then?"

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean walked slowly towards Meg. He smiled slightly. His voice had an air of pleasantness to it.

"Good evening Meg, would you care for some music, or may I be of service in some other way?"

[balletrat]

*Meg grins back, cheerfully.* No, I'm all right for the moment, I think - how are you?

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean paused. Something may be bothering him. His feelings are slightly more transparent around Meg i.e. not completely opaque.

"I am reasonably well... All things considered."

[balletrat]

*Meg eyes him.*

Well, you didn't say 'I'm fine,' at least, which is something, but 'reasonably well all things considered' is pretty much the equivalent. What's wrong?

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean gave an ambivalent shrug.

"Meg, I am over three hundred and fifty years old. One bears burdens after living that long."

Asmodean paused for a second. He chuckled a bit as he spoke.

"Especially when you have lived as I have."

[balletrat]

*Meg blinks, a bit.*

Three hundred and fifty years is an awfully long time - er, no offense, just saying.

[capt_angie]

*Angie is not a dragon either. Not that she ever was but I'm just sayin'...

She is however covered in pink sludge. She comes over carrying a bottle of butterbeer and a basket of paradoxes.*

Hi Meg.

[balletrat]

*Meg blinks at the pink sludge.*

Hi, Angie - leftovers from Valentine's Day?

[capt_angie]

*Angie shakes her head.*

Leftovers from a spell. The only leftover from Valentines day is a burning desire to kill Fred and George Weasley.

[balletrat]

*Meg cocks her head.* The Weasley twins? What did they do?

[capt_angie]

Only shoot me with a love bullet which made me fall head over heels in love with George.

[balletrat]

*Meg stares.*

- Dieu, George must really have a crush on you if he's got to resort to love bullets to try and get you to fall for him.

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Mina glides over with intent. "Hello, Meg."

[balletrat]

Hullo, Mina! *Meg looks up and beams.* How're you?

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

"I am well, thank you. We never did pick our victim for our contest, you know . . .

"And speaking of irritating, I'm here to pester you about getting Valentine off her waitressing-tray and into Paris." She smiles.

[balletrat]

*Meg beams.* Yeah, that definitely has to happen sometime soon - and now after the wedding last night, I actually have some experience with the whole finding-a-wedding-dress thing. But we have to do it when we can get you and Alanna and Snow too, you know.

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

She smiles. "I am always available. Val is, I think, the hard one to rope . . ."

"Wedding? Last night? Whose?"

[balletrat]

My aunt and uncle's! *Meg says happily.* And now - I mean, I've been calling Moiraine Aunt for ages, but now she's actually my aunt. By law, and stuff. And I got to be the flower girl.