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"Uh oh, the ego is growing." Poking him in the ribs for that one with a little laugh. See, when he was in a good relaxed mood she was more so in hers. It worked for everyone when they were both in a good mood. "If you want to get something love, then go ahead. Believe me, I eat...otherwise I wouldn't have any energy to survive you now would I? Of course snacks in the bedroom is always nice as well." Giving one of those little smiles and a flick of gold from her eyes, just because. "But I have other things on my mind besides food. Like getting you all nice and mellow and settled" One of those saucey looks to him then. "And if that entails lashing you to the bedposts so that you don't get up and do paperwork or anything, then I will do it." Oh and he knew she would...she'd tied him to the bedposts enough fo different reasons for that not to be an idle threat. "Also need to something about Malikhai's eyes."

"We can get insight into exactly how this works when it's developed instead of being present at birth." Hey she had utterly taken after her father in this area, so she didn't have too much to add on that. "The important thing right now is to merely make it so they don't bother him. We can do that." After all, she would just simply have to dull down the light reaction much the way her father had taught her how with her own eyes. A small shake of her head. "He may just have to adjust to it and then he'll be fine...and playing with a hybrid darkvision moon elven vision combo once he gets over the hurdle. I'm sure he can have loads of fun with that when he's older." Giving him one of those reassuring smiles and another smirky one at his intended destination. Hm, needed an enery boost did he? Didn't surprise her with the way they indulged in each other.

Her attention turned up from Galsen and the journal she had to Malik and Piper as thier voices became audible and moments later they made an appearance. "Where have you two been?" That cute little accent of hers coming back to her common speech, though that was more of a rhetorical question, seeing as she could probably make a good guess. After all, women could tell that sort of thing when they looked at each other.

"I'm sure he will. but we do need to find something to ease it for now."

Though his attention shifted to Isle and Arthur, almost in a predatory fashion, looking for any minor sign of things that had occured...before grabbing his banana and wineglass, and being overly casual.

"Did you do as I instructed you yet, Arthur? Or have you been spending your time trying to get into Isle's bed?"

Hey, good mood ment pokes at everyone.

Lharika had come out of reverie not too long ago but there was no way she was going to reverie the rest of the night. Malikhai was gone but the paraphernalia told her he had been there recently. She yawned lightly and rubbed her eyes, then hopped out of bed and decided to wander. Tiptoeing past the bathroom where telltale splashing and happy noises indicated a toddler being bathed, she went downstairs and listened carefully, figuring out where everyone was. Malik was in the kitchen and so was Isle. A moment later she realized that Arthur was there too. Which left her to do whatever it is she wanted to do. Except go outside without an adult of course.

Her footsteps took her to the door to the basement and for the umpteenth time she wondered what was down there. She'd never been in the whole time she'd been coming though she had heard this place mentioned quite a bit, mostly by Piper and Malik in those low tones. She crept down the stairs, listening to the noises coming from the rooms and tilted her head. What was going on? Maybe she shouldn't have come down here? But reaching the bottom she began to wander again and ended up in Broog's workshop. Her little face lit up happily and she walked in then reached up to touch one of the many creations Broog was so famous for. "Oooh this is almost better than one I saw in Farhian." Glancing around for the smith but all she saw was a big...sort of odd creatures, her eyes full of wonder and curiosity. "Did you make this?"

Zahara had finally emerged from her room hours ago and she was now in the stables with the horses. It was easier to be with them than to reverie the night away. Reverie was not her friend right now. She lightly brushed Kerick's mane and whispered to him before moving onto the next one. Keeping her hands busy was necessary to preserve her sanity. Lord knew things weren't going well in her mind right now and she deeply wondered what the outcome of all this was going to be. Was she destined to resort to sneaking to see Zykariel? It wasn't so much about Sevilin anymore, she accepted that he didn't want her around. She hated it, but she accepted it. But Zykariel, him she needed to see. SHe needed to make sure he was eating right and getting enough reverie and someone was taking care of him properly. What if the boy got fussy and Sevilin couldn't calm him? What would he do? What if Zykariel wanted something besides the chicken nuggets she'd made in abundance and kept frozen for easy meals? What if, gods forbid, he wanted meatloaf or real chicken or any sort of vegetable? Sevilin couldn't cook to save his soul and she did not want Kariel eating the concotions that man threw together. Food poisoning for sure. But until Sevilin relinquished, she was stuck. Might as well get that need to take care of her son out on the horses.

Yay, they were going home! Sure he loved to talk to new people and meet the ones that Daddy was doing stuff with but his tummy was talking to him and that meant he was going to get cranky soon. But as they neared home he wriggled to get down and raced to the front door, busting through it and calling out to Zara that they were home. And then he remembered that she wasn't there. So what were they having for food then? He turned, "Daddy? Are we having chicken nuggets again?"

He mimicked his father and kicked off his boots, then followed Daddy into a kitchen and plopped at the bar so he could watch his dad put something together. "I want something else, Daddy. What can you make that tastes good? Zara makes yummy pasketti and really good meat stuff. Can you do that?"

He leaped up excitedly and nodded. "Yes!" He'd never helped Daddy cook, only Zara. So he went about his normal routine with her, scooting over a stool so he could reach the counter and tucking his hair back behind his ears. "You gotta watch your braid Daddy. Don't want hairs in the food." Climbing up onto his stool, he waited patiently to be told either what to get, what to dump, or what to stir. Zara always did the hard stuff, he just did what he was told.

The basement was not a good place to be for anyone besides those allowed. mostly due to teh sounds that obviously weren't happy..especailly if one happened across a breaker room in use. But she got lucky, and had instead wandered into Broog's workshop.

Tremor looked at the elf girl like one might look at an insect, before calling out something in a language course and not pleasent. Which got the ogre, who was etching some of Tremor's work, to turn himself around, then look over at Lharika. then back at Tremor, a few more words, and Broog gave his typical big toothy grin and sauntered over to the little elf, putting his large frame on his seat.

"Broogs makes da shinies, yous likes da shinies?"


A glance over at Isleandra..and a raise of his eyebrow...before taking a seat and eatting a bit and drinking some more.

"Arthur is supposed to be doing some studies on religions. Just in case he might feel compelled after his studies to follow a diety, or at least be better prepared in the chance he come across someone of power that does."

Arthur rolled his eye light;y at Malik's 'trying to get Isle into bed' joke, if there was a moment where they will both be in bed together then it will come to pass, there's nothing wrong with that. But before he could open his mouth Isle popped up and explained what had happened between them, which Malik shouldn't be angry at because the drow did tell him to train really; but somehow that wasn't what the man wanted Arthur to do, instead he brought up the whole religion thing they talked about awhile ago. "Well you first told me to train and as Isle put it we did...a nice friendly duel happened and nobody got hurt." But he gave Isle a small look when she brought up the whole mud thing. "I fell onto to you by mistake Isle, stop trying to be so dramatic." Though of course he had a small grin on his face, if she wanted to play it that way then fine really.