Well it's time to celebrate your birthday, it happens every year

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WHO: Anders, Nathaniel, and invitees!
WHAT: Fancy birthday party in Camp Shady
WHEN: Harvestmere 27, evening
WHERE: Camp Shady
NOTES: Will update.

Since many Wardens moved into the Kestrel House, there is plenty of space in the camp for a big top tent. Finding enough candlesticks, tables, and chairs required a lot of time and a number of bribes to pull off. The tables are nicely draped with fabric lent by one of Anders' patients, and each is decorated with flowers. The tent is alight and smells like good food--more donations from grateful patients.

One of the Wardens is known for her fiddling, and she plays lively dances and crooning ballads. In the center table is an ice sculpture of a cat chasing a butterfly (you guessed it--donated by a mage patient). It glitters spectacularly in the candlelight.

On the menu is a slow-roasted pig, spiced hot cider, spectacular salads, jams, cakes, delectably seasoned vegetables, a lamb-flank, and your choice of wine. There is even a hard-won bottle of Antivan brandy Nathaniel had to win several card games to achieve.

Relax, enjoy, greet the birthday boy, and mingle. The nights will be cold soon, but under this tent, life glows.

Comments

towards the end

[samahl]

Cyril slides up next to Iskandar and sits next to him. "You know, it'd be be really easy to mistake you for a Tal-Vashoth," he says as he looks over Iskandar's body. "And they're among some of the best lovers I've ever had."

[conqueredhearts]

He'd just been scratching his beard when a rather cute elf plopped himself next to him. Lifting a brow, he listened before bursting out laughing. That had to be one of the most open invitations toward further flirtation or more that he'd ever beheld!

"I know nothing of what the Tal-Vashoth are like in bed but I can certainly say that I am impressive and experienced. Though I have yet to bed an elf. Perhaps I will have to look into changing that." Which was followed by a wink his way.

[samahl]

Cyril's smile widens. "I'd be willing to help with that, right now if you'd like, or we could plan to meet up sometime soon."

[conqueredhearts]

"Already jumping into the sheets with me and without even a name. I like you, my friend." He reached over to clap a hand on his shoulder. "I am Iskandar. Who is it that I will be enjoying time with this evening?"

[samahl]

Cyril chuckles and leans a bit into the touch. "I am Cyril Ashara," he answers. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Iskandar."

[conqueredhearts]

"I'd say the pleasure is all mine but I would hate to take that from you, Cyril." He laughed again and went to wrap an arm around the small man instead. Iskandar was affectionate to begin with but give him even the slightest hint that there was interest or enjoyment of his touches and he became that much more open to giving them. "Now, I believe you mentioned something about tonight or later. I say that it is best to jump at every opportunity that passes your way so you can experience life to the fullest."

[samahl]

"We could always slip away from the party a bit and return before anyone misses us," he says, still grinning. "And then we can always enjoy each other for longer some other time."

[conqueredhearts]

"Or slip away and return before anyone misses us. And enjoy each other longer another time." He was a greedy man so of course he was likely to just pick both options. Settle for one? Who would do a thing like that?

[samahl]

Cyril leaned a bit against the wall of muscle near him. "I like the way that you think," he says. Then he pulled away with some regret so that he could lead the way out of the party.

[ooc; continued here]