get ready everybody 'cause here we go

[dashing]

WHO: Saoirse, Herian & open.
WHAT: a combined birthday hangout.
WHEN: 30th Haring.
WHERE: The Hanged Man.
NOTES: Drink up now and turn up hungover to the Firstday feast. Open invitation over here, no need to reply to the network post or even have prior cr in order to attend. Please add any warnings to subject lines if they come up.

"Party" would be an extreme word for it; the more accurate word would be "casual gathering of people with liquor readily available." It is The Hanged Man, though, so who knows what shenanigans could unfold.

They've taken over a corner of the inn, and though there isn't much in the way of decorations - making sure the place could be easily accessed after all that snow was work enough - there are a couple of strings of bunting.

Don't get too wild; it'd be unfortunate if Herian had to interrupt her own (shared) birthday celebration in the sake of preserving the Inquisition's reputation. (Or do get wild, and simply shrug it off as The Hanged Man's influence. Whatever.)

Be sure of one thing, though - at least one round is one Herian. Maybe. If you're a close friend, or look particularly glum.

Comments

[tar_minyatur]

"No debt but that between friends." He says gravely to her and nods, listening quietly.

"There are always two sides to every story." He says softly. "Or almost always, anyway. But in things of this world, remember, the shadow runs through all things, and it may taint even the best of intentions, so be kind, if you can." He quotes.

"That's what I was taught. I can see how they would be good places, to hone the skills you had, to make sure you knew enough not to accidentally hurt another. But equally, I can see how easy it would be to turn inward." He grimaces. "I have seen it in my own world."

[dashing]

"I am sorry."

Her jaw clenches and unclenches as she weighs how to proceed, if she should ask, if she should let the matter slide. She knows enough of herself to realise that she is not always... the best conversation partner, and perhaps not the best at articulating concern and empathy, no matter how strongly she feels it. For a moment, Herian seems almost to study the grain of the bar, rather than be paying attention to Elros, simply because staring at him as she thinks seems impolite.

"If— if it would help you to speak of it then please consider me an attentive ear, but I will not press you to speak of that which wounds you."

[tar_minyatur]

He shakes his head.

"Don't be! None of it directly impacts me except so far as every side of my family is in some way involved. How would you be expected to know? The tale is long and complicated in full - I suggest you seek out Maglor, if you want a full retelling. But very briefly....in my world, there is something of a history of hidden kingdoms who turned everyone away as a means of protection bringing their own doom into their gates. Galadriel could tell you of one that she lived through, Maglor the other."