set your heart against the scales, keep your head above the tide

[dashing]

WHO: Ambassador Amsel & others
WHAT: a Herian catch-all
WHEN: through the month
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: closed and open starters to be added through the month, I have a hideous cold atm and am even more forgetful than usual, so if we have discussed something and I've neglected to follow up or set something up, please don't hesitate to contact me.

Comments

[elegiaque]

( pulling a face- )

If it hadn't all gone to pot at the end, the tourney had promise. A rifter champion and all.

( not that she's at all biased in iorveth's favor, generally. she shakes her head; )

It's hard to sell celebration, under the circumstances.

[dashing]

( Herian huffs out something that could be a laugh. Not a laugh on most people, but a laugh on Herian, because these things need to be scaled. )

If only we could orchestrate a wedding. Those seem to inspire excitement among many.

[elegiaque]

( oh, and that's a genuine grimace, that: )

You've been talking to Thranduil.

( safe bet. )

ah i thought i posted this hours ago

[dashing]

( She looks abruptly, sincerely perplexed. )

What?

[elegiaque]

( a pause, parsing that - how clearly herian doesn't know what she's talking about - and she shakes it off, shrugging; )

Nevermind.

( if the negotiations go the wrong way, it won't matter. not, of course, that she hopes for phylacteries, but it would be one silver lining. as public relations efforts go, it's as clever as it is violently unappealing. )

Either we succeed or we all die, right.