As Bęthberry presented the Eowyn award, Sophia and Alak were deep in conversation over the lovely new mark over her "e". Had it been there long? they wondered, and didn't it look smashing on her.....
When she presented the award Sophia leapt to her feet, knocking the unfortunate Fin awake once more. She didn't know Aylwen personally, but she could definately appreciate someone who managed that many RPGs. How anyone could do more than two or three she simply didn't know.
Alak had procured some tasteful little glasses of champagne from somewhere or other, and noticing the thirsty look on Sophia's face passed one over. She sipped it appreciatively, spared a sip for Fin, and then grinned wickedly.
She reached out a finger and poked the sleeping Chicken in the side. It turned a baleful eye on her as though to ask what she wanted. She gleefully pointed out Alak and made a stabbing motion toward his little poutlry bum. A terrified look crossed Chicken's face. Her grin widened. Priceless.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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