Date Posted:16:10:43 12/14/02 Sat Author: Amarant Subject: ...sigh... In reply to:
Anclaire and Houdain
's message, "Looks up" on 20:41:39 12/13/02 Fri
((Heh...speak for yourself. Amarant's now 36. Ouch.))
The wingli allows a sigh to escape him, as he glances between Aurora, and the entrance to the tranquil inn. "Flying, I suppose. Or at least trying to."
Despite his lack of fatherly concern, and the fact that he pointedly found his son's futile attempts to make something of his clumsy flying skills amusing, Amarant does seem somwhat distracted.
"Sheilah," he adresses the inkeeperess. "Maybe they should stay here until they can move in. That is, if they accept my offer."
A long, strange look is delivered to Houdain.
"Well, boy? I'm not offering you a free home out of the goodness of my soul. I need a count for how many homes I will need. Will you take it, or be leaving?"
