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It was officially a new Turn, and Fi'o had had the pleasure of spending the first few hours of hers babysitting drunk revellers, making sure no one got too out of hand, and when one or two did inevitably step out of line, she'd been there to shove them back over to the proper side of it.  But none of it was too terrible, really, especially when compared to her previous job.  Black Sands didn't attract nearly as many troublemakers as Bitra, at least not as guests.  There was the odd pirate now and then, which to be honest she almost preferred.  Dealing with drunks got rather tiresome rather quickly, and was not how she would have preferred to spend her Turn's End, but that was the job, and she didn't have the history or seniority here to push for having the night off.

Ivanhoth, at least, hadn't been a required presence from beginning to end, so he'd been able to cuddle up with his lady for a nice sunset to start, then after a few hours of duty was free to get back to the important business of more cuddling.  The borbling of contented warmth in the back of Fi'o's mind had gotten very annoying by the end of the night, and if she hadn't been so dratted fond of the beast, she might have told him to turn it down.  Really, it was just frustrating because he got to have a pleasant and mushy Turnover while she herded drunks, away from the lady she wanted to be cuddling.

That had been its one surprising development over the past Turn, as Norna was not in any way what Fi'o would have described as her type.  She'd always been prone to falling for the soft ones, the damsels, the eyelash-flutterers, and the wholesomely domestic.  Not so long ago, she'd thought that if she were ever to settle down, it might be with a nice baker, and yet here she was.  Norna was tough, and sensible, and smart - traits Fi'o had always appreciated, but not so much in that way.  But the more time their dragons spent together, the more time they spent together, and somewhere along the way, she had most definitely fallen for the whiterider.  She couldn't say when, exactly, or even put a finger on what it was that made her such an exception, other than just...all of her.  Rather than fuss or puzzle over it, Fi'o just accepted it, and gladly.

Once she was finally finished for the night, the brownrider poached a nice bottle of sparkling wine that she may or may not have hidden away at the start of the evening to ensure there'd be at least one bottle left for her purposes, and headed off down the beach.

While he'd always been naturally inclined to a glass-half-full (at least!) sort of mindset, Ivanhoth had been an exceptionally happy dragon ever since they had uprooted themselves and moved to what was basically paradise, all so the best and most wonderful dragon could better come and visit him. Him! And it had worked out just so perfectly well for His, too. And now it was something more than visiting, and he could not have been happier. At all opportunities, the brown was cuddled up to Cheruth, if not outright curled around her, keeping her tucked safely and comfortably under his wing. It was an immensely satisfying position for cuddling, one in which he could stay for hours given the opportunity, just thrumming absolute contentment the entire time.

"You two're gross," she informed them once she was close enough to be heard, and with more affection than disapproval. Still, it did prompt an Oh, are we dirty? Did we get dirt on us and I didn't notice? from her often too-literal bonded. "No, y'- nevermind."

It wasn't worth the breath it would take to explain it, so she let it go and slid up behind Norna for a look at what was cooking (and also to put an arm around her, hi). "Happy Turn's End. ...Beginnin', I guess."

Since it was past the actual end of the Turn for some hours now.

Is it? Are they? Ivanhoth tilted his head quizzically as though to better make out some of this 'grossness,' the concept of which he did not fully grasp. He was easily distracted, though, and Cheruth's head poking out from underneath his wing provided the perfect opportunity for an affectionate boop.

"Just bits'f what was left," she answered, pressing a return kiss to Norna's temple. "Whatever you've got in there smells much better." Simple, real food was just fine by her; the brownrider was hardly a connoisseur of tiny cakes.

"No better way to start a new Turn than deckin' someone," Fi'o chuckled in savage amusement, "But nah, one mean look's enough for most of 'em, an' they're drunk enough that one little push's the end of it fast enough. Nothin' real exciting, which's just as well." It freed her up to actually be somewhere she wanted to be much sooner than if there'd been any real trouble, so she didn't have any real complaints.