12-20-2019, 01:33 AM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]Wow, no one was happy to see him.
Lemy pouted at the replies and tones he received, dramatically wilting. "Geez, you two really suck at this game," he punctuated his words with a pointed sigh towards Abathur and Miller. "Ya gotta guess Abby, that's how it works and no I'm not leaving yet, Millie," he finally grumbled, tugging at his black cloak. He could forgive Abathur for not going along with him; spiders probably didn't play guessing games. But Miller could shove his sunglasses up his spotted ass. Instead of verbalizing these thoughts, he simply sighed forlornly. "I thought we had somethin' special, Millie Mill Mill, can't believe ya want me to leave...we're both really mean, we're both yellow..."
Aurum, bless him, was the only one who bothered taking him seriously and for that Lemy awarded him with the title of 'Tanglewood Rin.' Which, considering what that entailed, probably wasn't a positive thing.
Lemy ignored Aurum's inquire about his whereabouts, replying with a mere wink. They never gave him a timeframe for his vacation so he never bothered to tell them that he'd been planning on taking it in sporadic bouts instead of just one long trip. Plus, he preferred making trips from Elysium to Tanglewood; staying in one place made him feel exposed and predictable.
Aurum's last few words did make him pause, on his way to declare Aurum's guess correct. He hummed thoughtfully as he tilted his head. "If Rinny dropped dead, I'd just tell ya I'm the new Magna," he said with a shrug, "I am the one only besides her with a rank." Lemy added, tapping the ground with a paw in thought. What a treat that would be; his second leadership position, a year later.
"Oh, but don'tcha worry 'bout that. Rinny's super stubborn, I don't see her dying anytime soon. Anyways! Ding-ding! You're correct, Aurie, it is an invitation!" Lemy cheered, shoving the envelope into Aurum's space for him to take, [b]"open it, open it!"[/b]
The envelope once opened, would reveal a prim paper carefully folded and scented with a hint of lavender. It had taken all of Lemy's self-control to not add more embellishments, especially since he doubted he was ever going to see the letter again. It was probably going to end up being dirtied and dumped somewhere in the swamp. Written in neat English roundhand, the letter read: Dear Tanglewood, you're invited to the Elysium's Market Festival! Yay! It will take place on December 22nd, on the winter solstice. There will be several shops, such as a cartography stall and a food stall. Games will also be held and prizes handed out. Other groups such as the Typhoon, the Halls of Hiraeth and (very tentatively) the Pitt will also be invited. Have a nice day and hope to see you there! (PS: Hi! I also kind of live here; if ya don't go I'll bang some rocks together outside your house from 3 A.M. to 5 A.M. until you apologize.)
O.K. Maybe the invitation was an excuse for Lemy to try out calligraphy again; sue him. He had hobbies too and there was only so much he could do when the territory was cold as shit. He didn't need a repeat of the Sledding Incident of 2019. (Which, by the by, still gave him headaches whenever he tried recalling it. The remnants of the concussion were still very much there, Lemy was just a champ at ignoring inconveniences.)
"Ya can stick up the letter on the fridge or the bulletin board or your house as a reminder so ya don't forget. Righty, so, in case any of ya can't read I'll just say it: We're having a Market Festival on the 22nd! There's gonna be shops and games and it'll all be very fun. We're inviting everyone! From those fancy new guys at the Halls of Hiraeth, to the Typhoon, and maybe even the Pitt if Goldie," someone who he hadn't even met but that didn't stop him from assigning her a nickname, "says they're being well-behaved. Rinny says to not count on it though," he fired off in one breath, listing off his points on his claws. "Any questions? Concerns? Accommodations ya want added?"
Lemy pouted at the replies and tones he received, dramatically wilting. "Geez, you two really suck at this game," he punctuated his words with a pointed sigh towards Abathur and Miller. "Ya gotta guess Abby, that's how it works and no I'm not leaving yet, Millie," he finally grumbled, tugging at his black cloak. He could forgive Abathur for not going along with him; spiders probably didn't play guessing games. But Miller could shove his sunglasses up his spotted ass. Instead of verbalizing these thoughts, he simply sighed forlornly. "I thought we had somethin' special, Millie Mill Mill, can't believe ya want me to leave...we're both really mean, we're both yellow..."
Aurum, bless him, was the only one who bothered taking him seriously and for that Lemy awarded him with the title of 'Tanglewood Rin.' Which, considering what that entailed, probably wasn't a positive thing.
Lemy ignored Aurum's inquire about his whereabouts, replying with a mere wink. They never gave him a timeframe for his vacation so he never bothered to tell them that he'd been planning on taking it in sporadic bouts instead of just one long trip. Plus, he preferred making trips from Elysium to Tanglewood; staying in one place made him feel exposed and predictable.
Aurum's last few words did make him pause, on his way to declare Aurum's guess correct. He hummed thoughtfully as he tilted his head. "If Rinny dropped dead, I'd just tell ya I'm the new Magna," he said with a shrug, "I am the one only besides her with a rank." Lemy added, tapping the ground with a paw in thought. What a treat that would be; his second leadership position, a year later.
"Oh, but don'tcha worry 'bout that. Rinny's super stubborn, I don't see her dying anytime soon. Anyways! Ding-ding! You're correct, Aurie, it is an invitation!" Lemy cheered, shoving the envelope into Aurum's space for him to take, [b]"open it, open it!"[/b]
The envelope once opened, would reveal a prim paper carefully folded and scented with a hint of lavender. It had taken all of Lemy's self-control to not add more embellishments, especially since he doubted he was ever going to see the letter again. It was probably going to end up being dirtied and dumped somewhere in the swamp. Written in neat English roundhand, the letter read: Dear Tanglewood, you're invited to the Elysium's Market Festival! Yay! It will take place on December 22nd, on the winter solstice. There will be several shops, such as a cartography stall and a food stall. Games will also be held and prizes handed out. Other groups such as the Typhoon, the Halls of Hiraeth and (very tentatively) the Pitt will also be invited. Have a nice day and hope to see you there! (PS: Hi! I also kind of live here; if ya don't go I'll bang some rocks together outside your house from 3 A.M. to 5 A.M. until you apologize.)
O.K. Maybe the invitation was an excuse for Lemy to try out calligraphy again; sue him. He had hobbies too and there was only so much he could do when the territory was cold as shit. He didn't need a repeat of the Sledding Incident of 2019. (Which, by the by, still gave him headaches whenever he tried recalling it. The remnants of the concussion were still very much there, Lemy was just a champ at ignoring inconveniences.)
"Ya can stick up the letter on the fridge or the bulletin board or your house as a reminder so ya don't forget. Righty, so, in case any of ya can't read I'll just say it: We're having a Market Festival on the 22nd! There's gonna be shops and games and it'll all be very fun. We're inviting everyone! From those fancy new guys at the Halls of Hiraeth, to the Typhoon, and maybe even the Pitt if Goldie," someone who he hadn't even met but that didn't stop him from assigning her a nickname, "says they're being well-behaved. Rinny says to not count on it though," he fired off in one breath, listing off his points on his claws. "Any questions? Concerns? Accommodations ya want added?"