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 Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:30 am
Cera lept up and out of the way as Grok fell. She giggle slightly, before playing upon her fiddle again, singing Blind Fiddler.((OH gods...finding this just made my day! ~hearts this song too much~ whee )) You know I lost my eyes in a blacksmith shop
in the year of forty eight
so I picked up a fiddle and I began to play
I am not sad and lonely, content am I to roam
'cause I am a blind fiddler and the world it is my home
well I went down to london
and I played for the king
I've learned that I am happiest when I can play and sing
I am not sad and lonely content am I to roam
'cause I am a blind fiddler and the world it is my home
I have no wife or children
no one depends on me
I've seen my share of sorrows, but I am truely free
I am not sad and lonely, content am I to roam
'cause I am a blind fiddler and the world it is my home
You know I lost my eyes in a blacksmith shop
in the year of forty eight
so I picked up a fiddle and I began to play
I am not sad and lonely, content am I to roam
'cause I am a blind fiddler and the world it is my home
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:34 am
Waving one hand along with the tempo of the song, Grok just lays there, not really attempting to get up. A wide grin still graced his features, and would probably stay there for quite some time.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:37 am
Cera bounces about Grok as she plays and sings, taking advantage of his inability to move, she then dances about some more, until she finally finishes her song.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:38 am
Stumbling to get up, she staggers over to Grok, and looks down at him...before tipping over and landing down on his gutt..."Yer...drunk...ye knoow tat, ye fool?"....she grinned at him with her hardened golden eyes.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:44 am
As the music stops, his hand drops to the ground, now useless. Looking at the woman who had fallen upon him, he shook his head.
"Ya, me drunk. You drunk tooooo!..hic!"
Laughing heartily, he attempts to find his drink, to no avail.
"Cera, could you get me drink? I can't seem to find it."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:47 am
Cera chuckled lightly as she poured him another drink.."Are you going to be able to sit up for it? I do not think you would want to choke on it while your back."
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:49 am
"Bah....I be here longer...I can hold it better tan te rest of tem here!"...she said, before sliding off of him, laughing as she lands on her side.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:51 am
~Apakoh chuckles at the drunken pair...despite Wyrrd's age, she could still get drunk with the best of them. Apakoh was probably the only one here who was literally immune to the effects of the alcohol in any drink...well...her and her nephew~
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:52 am
His brows furrowed as he mulled over this complex turn of events. Now, would he sit up and get some more drink, or continue to lay there...a most hard decision to make. But, it had to be done. With a grunt, Grok sat up, one hand behind him to stabilize himself.
"Thanks, you're amazing."
Taking the drink, he drank it down in a few gulps, nodding his appreciation again to Cera. Turning to look at the drunk Wyrrd, he laughed.
"You think you can hold your drink better than an ogre? You crazy!...hic!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:54 am
Ritanya chuckled at their antics, sliding slightly closer to Apakoh. She knew better than to drink... the last thing she wanted was to accidentally destroy the world... or turn everyone into frogs.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:55 am
Sitting up, she leans in and pokes him in the chest..."No ones c-called me tat since I was a young...a young chickidy! At least Iiiiiiii can stand!"...and so she did, though she ended up using Grok's shoulder for help in doing so..."S-see! So tere!"...and she gave a big affirmative nod..which caused her to blink some dizziness out of her hawk-like eyes for the moment.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:56 am
~the dragoness put her arm around Ritanya, kissing on the side of her head~
"Having a good time?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:58 am
Krystic chuckled a bit, wondering if Skrayper was anything like that while he was a proper paladin in his past.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 12:00 pm
~Wyrrd~ Sitting up, she leans in and pokes him in the chest... "No ones c-called me tat since I was a young...a young chickidy! At least Iiiiiiii can stand!"...and so she did, though she ended up using Grok's shoulder for help in doing so... "S-see! So tere!"...and she gave a big affirmative nod..which caused her to blink some dizziness out of her hawk-like eyes for the moment. Not to be outdone, Grok groaned as he, too, stood. On wobbly legs, he laughed, looking down on the woman. "An' now wha'? Me stand tooo! Betcha' ya can' walk!...hic!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 12:00 pm
Cera laughed as she giggled at Grok and Wyrrd. At least everyone was having a good time. That's all she could ask for on a day like this. Leaping onto the rock Wyrrd was leaning up against earlier, she quietly played her violin random little ditties while everyone chattered.
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