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

[justice_is_blond]

"Mm. I'll put that on the list of books to write," he said with a grin. "There may be a few treatises on equality and education, first. But everyone should know the fulfillment that comes with a cat. And..."

He trailed off, looking thoughtful. "I suppose it would be annoying to have most of my clothing dyed pink. I don't look particularly good in it; it's too pale for my hair and eyes. You're safe from another cat. From me. I can't guarantee anything from any other directions."

[universal_charm]

"And don't think about using Sam to introduce another one," he wagged his finger at him. "I know you're crafty when you want to be."

[justice_is_blond]

"Crafty, me? You wound me, sir." His expression is innocence itself. His voice, not so much. "I can hardly help what Sam chooses to do, especially when he sees you more than I do and would perceive needs far more often. He strikes me as a very caring man."

[universal_charm]

He sees right through you, sir. Mostly because he has practiced that very look so very many times himself, of course he can see right through it.

"You have been warned, Anders," he said pointedly with mock ferociousness, off set by his gentle scratching of Purrelden and smiling in the end. "But I hope your birthday is a happy one." He waggled his brows at the end and winked. You know what he means, Anders.

[justice_is_blond]

"I have, I have," he said, reaching over to rub under Purrelden's chin as well. "And I'm betting Nate has something planned for tonight as well as this evening."

Yep, he knows what that wink is about.

"I'm certain you'll not be lacking either in that area. Shall I let you go and pursue this?"

[universal_charm]

"It would be very kind of you," he chuckled. "Besides, it's rude to monopolize the birthday boy's time. I'll talk to you later, Anders. We should go riding sometime soon!" He gave a final pat to Purrelden and waved at Anders before making his way across the gathering back towards the food and thus freeing Anders to be pounced upon by the next well wisher.