From one big, fat celebration to another. The festivities amongst the citizens of Ravorn seemed to be a neverending! Yet this time, it was no open-boarder celebration to honor the founding of a newly formed group and it's future. This time, they'd been so graciously invited by one of the festival's attendees to witness the matrimony of two individuals — both of which that Eloise had forgotten the name of, because she could not pronounce the names of either of them. One thing was for certain; Ronan nose sure knew how to follow a party.


The moon had kissed the sky far too soon — either that, or Ellie had been far too busy partaking in a little bit of everything to notice that the sun was now gone. Yet daytime light was not the only thing that had dissapeared, however — as her mind was now completely gone to a river of sweet wines and laughter.


Eloise had herself one too many mouthful of berries that night. She could feel it in her face as it warmed like she'd been sitting in the sun for too long, and how they ached from all the grinning. The signiture tingle within the lining of her belly that promised a good time — Ah! This was not like the fermented blackberry booze that would be sitting within the base of her group's camp — awaiting it consumption after another battle. Another victory.


No — this was the good shit!


The type of wine kings and magistrates no doubt hid for themselves — and Eloise had the time in the world to partake in it! At least until this gathering was over and they'd need to return to Giant's Throne, of course.


—and then! Eloise had rambled drunkenly to a stranger that had sat next to her. Whether that stranger was still there or not was beyond her, because she was too lost in her own retelling of the time she'd restled a looter. —I strong armed the wee bastard by the neck with me forearm! He'd been asking fer it when he tried to attack in me lonesome — probably why the coward ran off once he figured out who he'd been messing with!


Tipsy, half lidded eyes of olive green cast their attention to a passerby — one with similar shades of night and earth as the scenery that surrounded them. She got up to leave her compainion (who was not there anymore, beyond the woman's knowledge) and would step into the path of the stranger who walked.

stumbling a bit.

—and you! You kind of look like him! Just'a bit taller — less scrawny…..hmmmmm.... She assessed him with narrowed eyes, looking the stranger up and down. A grin lining her face and an excitable gleam in her eyes.

You look like you'd put up a good fight! I can test that if you'd like?