OPEN;

[wandbreaker]

When; Saturday, January 28th, nighttime
Characters; All are welcome! Open log, just specify if it's an open thread or not or if there are 4th wall rules for your character in the comment or subject line! (4th wallers also welcome~)
Summary; The Blue Light's one chilling hangout; good music, good food, and a spectacularly crabby owner who is even letting in under-18s for the 4th Wall weekend.
Log;

Edmund is actually at work tonight - he hopes a member of his family might show up, but he's also wondering who else might show up. He's made sure that he's well staffed for the extra crowds and well stocked, no less.

He just hopes nothing gets out of control.

And of course, that a member of his family shows up, looking for him.

Comments

[lone_must_stand]

"Then let us walk."

For Aeriel cannot rest so easily. Perhaps it's the wordless whisper that wants her to see all she can, to learn what ancient secrets might yet live in this City; or perhaps it's just that she has wandered too long on her own to know how to be still. She twists her hand a little, not pulling from Irrylath's grasp but shifting so they can stand. The chain about her wrist-- so small it doesn't glitter in the light, so fine and faint she hasn't even noticed it-- tangles in their fingers.

[and_warrior_arise]

"You're not afraid, are you?"

Of what's next. The chain on her wrist has tangled them together, but he would not pull away, not for anything in the world. "We should find a place to stay the night, you and I."

There's promise in those words. A bed that is not just where they sleep in separate worlds.

[lone_must_stand]

"I am not afraid."

Her smile does not widen, much, but joy shines in her face. Idly Aeriel raises her free hand to her breastbone, then lets it fall back to her side. She is not accustomed to being his wife in more than name; the thought alone pleases her almost as much as his suggestion.

"There must be some inn that lets out rooms, though I have no coin... Only my sari," she says quietly, fingering the airy cloth. They could always find a quiet place to hang another tent.

[and_warrior_arise]

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out some coins, found, given, bartered for. "I have some," he tells her. "I would have us sleep in a proper bed, for the first time in many daymonths. I'm weary of tents and caravans, and I'm sure you are too."

Aeriel's travels have always led her to hardship and she has always done well, but Irrylath misses the comforts of Esternesse.

[lone_must_stand]

The colorful coins are a delightful surprise; she has never worried much for money, having traded and bartered and trusting luck and prophecy to carry her through her travels. But she pushes them in his palm with a finger, then presses his hand back toward his pocket, thinking of her brief time in Bern.

"I would like that." It doesn't matter to her where they lay; but if he is pleased, then she will be as well.