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[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

There's a Sidhe princess in the bar.

She's been feeling sorry for herself and been keeping to herself. There's dark shadows under her eyes and a quiet tiredness around her. Now she's sitting in a arm chair and curled up around a book. Tea and breakfast next to her.

Feel free to bother!

[OOC: Mun is here all day but might be a bit slow, baby and babysitting..god save me from highhanded 9 year olds]

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[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

"Then we shall both be rusty and perhaps you will have a chance to beat me" She grins her brows lifting up

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Ah, Princess, the knife is not my favored weapon. Mind, nothing with an edge is really. I would far prefer it did all battles take place in the realm of satire."

He purses his lips and whistles something. There are, obviously, no words but it sounds absolutly risque.

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

She blinks and then laughs at him, her head falling back, good spirits returning.

"You are a odd" her eyes dance merrily.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"An odd what?"

He grins,

"I am Masterbard. And music rarely causes death."

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

She chuckles a little "You are a odd man" is what she meant to say

She tilts her head "I dunno I've heard of some instances where it has."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Far fewer, though, than those fights where iron was involved."

He picks up his sword and re-attaches her to his hip.

[half-sidhe.livejournal.com]

"True" She grins and tucks the knife away. Sitting, sweat drying in her hair and on her forehead and she glances around. "I need to find more people to fight with" a chuckle.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"I suggest Sir Alanna, Jiask...Faith, that is, or any of the other members of Security."

He stretches gracefully, bending and twisting until he's limber again.