A Beach Feast (IC)

by **Hanoverian Great Britain** » Sat Mar 28, 2020 12:17 pm

"A huge disappointment, that is", remarked Alexandra at Mhairi's answer. As she listened on their musical career, she couldn't help but wonder of their actual abilities in said profession. The strumming earlier had been pleasant, but she would be interested to the see the rest of it. "Army, was a Captain before I retired. Didn't serve for a very long time though", answered her simply at Mhairi's question.

As the army topic had been less interesting for Alexandra herself, it allowed her thoughts to go back in time as looking at Mhairi herself critically reminded Alexandra of a particular phrase that Juna had said to her before. Ironically, Alexandra had been fervent of denying it but the thought of her being extremely far away from anyone that knows her back home quickly hit her mind. Surely, if Alexandra herself had voluntarily kissed and cuddled with an 18 year old teenager, the thing she was about to do next would most likely not cost her anything back home, unless they learn of its existence and location, enabling them to go there and spread the word. Regardless, she would remain "chaste" as promised.

"Well, this is a fun bonding session, isn't it? I sincerely thank you for the experience", expressed Alexandra in a blunt tone. Soon after, having gave Juna a "screw this" glance, Alexandra quickly rose up from Mhairi's side and upon carefully setting herself down on Mhairi's thighs, she swiftly locked lips with the latter.

While the guitar itself and Mhairi's curves might have been a nuisance, Alexandra was fixated on ignoring the obstacles as she showed no signs of stopping anytime soon though she knew, that Mhairi would most likely be just a someone she enjoyed kissing, nothing else.

by **AHSCA** » Sat Mar 28, 2020 1:02 pm

The Selkie wrote:Aonas Folracht of the Tribe of Wicklow.
"You are very welcome.", Dad said with a small smile, "Though we only take credit for the company, not for the meal itself!"
"Yep.", I agreed with a smile, "Credit for that goes to the huntsmen, to the grill master and a lot of other people. Kieran's and Eoin's girlfriends for example. They made the majority of the sauces."
"And Miss Stiúrthóir.", Ilaine added. She was quite smitten by them, too, I could see that and smiled. "So... do we let everything settle or do we go dancing right away?"
The question was directed at me and I smiled. "If you want, we can go right away." Ilaine smiled at me sweetly and I rose, bowing and offering her a hand. "Milady, if I may ask you for a dance?"
"You may.", she replied and took my hand, allowing me to help her up. She turned to the assembly. "Ladies, Mister Folracht, if you would please excuse us?"
Dad grinned and allowed me to lead her off.
I heard, with half an ear, how Dad asked the two remaining women: "Alright, who wants the first dance?!"

"Ah I see." She nodded in understanding "Then to the fine industry who put this together I give them my thanks and compliments. As to the people who made this spread of lovely food possible for us." She stood when offered the chance to go for a dance "It'd be my pleasure to share a dance with you, good sir." She extend her hand to see if he'd accept, despite the warning of being out of practice and maybe having two left feet, she had come all this way and how would it look for the proud Chief to refuse a simple dance?

by **Minroz** » Sun Mar 29, 2020 7:08 am

The Selkie wrote:
On their way to the Fiántas Cliff, the two could observe a lot, mostly celebrations, but also sports, from the occasional game of footvolley to a boy, who looked an awful lot like a girl, and a girl playing with a large, fearsome-looking, but quite cuddly canine with a thick fur, which seemed to be far more suited for colder climates.
What the two adults might not know, was, that said canine was a Jalid White Wolf and indeed more comfortable in snow and ice then on a sub-tropical beach.
But they would also see a lot of music, either on the little 'stage' by the dance floor, where people were being merry and dancing, or with some of the smaller groups.
One was quite large, a group of seven young women, half of them teenagers for not as long, one of them dressed in a very sparkly thing that was either lingerie or swimwear, while the others were not less dressed for the beach, but far less conspicuous - that did not stop their dresses, especially of the three oldest, to show off, that there were considerable curves. The music came from two, one with an acoustic guitar, the other with an acoustic bass.
The two might also spot an interesting couple, a young blonde with green eyes and a man in shirt and tie, not only about two heads taller than her, but also at least twice as old. Both seemed to be comfortable with each other, parting ways as the man took a suitcase with him.
The woman smiled at both of them, bowed her head lightly and was about to go to the rest of the party.
The cliff itself was merely seven meters tall and a staircase went up, too.

So they did, the Aryanians observed at their leisure. They’re little surprised to see Jalid White Wolf, animals they’ve never seen before. The large canines reminded them of certain canine species back in their homeworld, who they tends to be bigger than their counterparts in Terra (RL Earth). Not like they’re intimidated by the sight, more like the Aryanians are intrigued and curious especially the part where the wolf-like canine is around a sub-tropical beach. At other hand, they enjoyed the displays of festivities of the locals on their way. But for Nasrollah’s sensibilities as an aristocrat and practising Muslim, it’s shocking to see local women who haven’t dressed ‘modestly’. While it’s nothing unusual for young women back in Aryan to dress that way but for him, it’s easily eye-catching. Not to mentioned, Nasrollah has his wife to be faithful to. As for Roksana, she didn’t seem to mind by her surroundings.

[“Praise be to God, it’s beautiful sight. I love how merry-going the Selkies are. They like to party a lot like us.”] Roksana commented with a grin.

[“Quite so, God willing.”] Nasrollah replied. The couple continued to walk, returned the light bow and a smile in Roksana’s case to the passing woman. Once they’re at the start of the staircase, the Aryanians looked at each other and smiled before nodding in silent confirmation. The Aryanians went up the staircase until they finished climbing up at the end of stairs. They might have a good view of the beach from the top of the cliffs.

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Wed Apr 01, 2020 11:07 pm

Marie
I weighed my options. On one hand...it had been awhile, and we had much to catch up on. On the other, OpSec.
Something hit me, then.
There was an old American adage that went as follows; The chance of a secret leaking was proportional not to the number of people that knew, but the square of that.
In addition...I did have enemies-Saranidian intelligence, at the very least. And if they caught wind of anyone in this room-Oh God.
If anyone here was taken...the brunt of the blame would fall on me. And I had just made it even worse for them by actually letting slip that I was doing something.
Oh God oh fuck.
I pushed down the cocktail of emotions(guilt, paranoia, shame, just to name a few...) and forced a smile. "Thanks. I'll be back soon. And...Sure! It's a long walk back. Could use some company."

Adelheid
I raised an eyebrow. Hm. Captain Fearg, eh? Sounded like someone to look into. Most of the Captains I had known were grim, dour types, exemplified by the father of one of Marie's friends-Klaus, his name was, I believe. Klaus Stortebeker, potentially related to the pirate of the same name.
"Always cheerful, you say?" I asked. "Doesn't sound like any of the naval officers I've met. Most of 'em are dour types. More sour than the lemons they suck on to keep scurvy at bay...And please do send me those links, Yven. I'd appreciate 'em."

by **Mediama** » Sat Apr 04, 2020 1:37 am

Marion couldn’t help but replicate the similar meek, sheepish expression Macha had on her face. It was accompanied by a fierce, red hot blush. At this rate she was going to get smitten by both Spiorad at once. As much as she wanted to try and hide her expression in her hair as she sat down, it was all braided up, making that option unviable.

“Awww, thank you. You really know how to make a lady feel wanted.” She gingerly looked back, “Still, I’m surprised I have that much of a reach here in Europe, much less the Free Lands.” She said, fidgeting with her hands and feet all the while.

by **The Selkie** » Fri Apr 10, 2020 3:31 am

Amy Ramallae of the Tribe of Monaghan.
We exchanged a bit of background, I told him about the UoL Swimmer Team I was part of and how we tried to become a force to be recogned with - so far, our international successes were rather manageable, if I were honest, but that was not for a lack of trying.
And soon, we came to the topic of drinks, him asking, what we mixed into cocktails and if I had recommendations.
"Hm...", I made, thought for a moment: "Many of the fruit spirits you find here in the Archipelago are mixed into drinks in the mainland. My personal favourite is a thing we call Mango Juice. A glass, bottom filled with crushed ice, on that a good shot of mango spirit and lemon juice." I smiled. "I drink one after every test I passed with friends at the Coileachaball, that's a bar in Launceston."

Asteria Aoibhiúil of the Tribe of Wicklow.
I smiled and shook my head - my stomach could wait. I was a bit impressed by how Ilia kept his joy at his offer being accepted under control. His grin might as well had split his face in half, yes, but he did not do a silly ditty or something like that.
He merely bowed his head lightly and grinned, as if challenging Donatella to put her words about her speed to the test.
The Captain shrugged. "I am, to be honest, unsure as of yet. I did promise my first dance of the evening to one woman and so far..."
"...you got preyed on by a woman.", a female voice said behind the Captain, making him jump - the woman laughed, stood tall... all of her a little less then 1.7 meters, I'd guess. She was rather flat, I would guess her in her early thirties, brunette, in a red bikini, which told the world, that she was not really well-equipped, if you catch my drift. I was not completely correct, as I would maybe find out. The woman turned to the two of us, a proud smile on her face. "Hi, there. I'm Alaina."
"Hi, Donatella and Asteria.", I introduced both her and me, offering Donatella my arm to link, "We were about to depart for a dance - wanna tag along with him?"
The new arrival nodded. "Sure, he promised me his first anyway.", she said and slung an arm around the Captain's, who had caught his breath.
"...do I get any say in this?", Fearg asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Not really, no.", Alaina said and we turned towards the dance floor.
The song, which they would be playing, would be a merry and fast tune, which one could dance to very well to - alone, as a pair, even as a trio.

Juna Leibhéalta of the Tribe of Cork.
That escalated quickly.
After a bit of guitar-playing, Alex threw me a look telling me, that this was taking too long, at least I interpreted it that way, and then rose, sitting down in Mhairi's lap, who was a small bit surprised.
And as Alex kissed Mhairi, the latter was quickly catching herself.
Despite the guitar in the way, the woman from Disread began to kiss Alex back, beginning tongue-combat, using one hand to put the guitar away (luckily, the strap was not over her shoulders) and then began to focus entirely on Alex, pulling her close.
Eileen rose, threw us a wink.
We better leave them to their own devices, especially as one of Mhairi's hands began to caress the small of Alex's back...

Heardread Folracht of the Tribe of Wicklow.
While my son was led away by a girl, who might be my daughter-in-law one day, if he so desired, I rose and took the hand of Ayla.
I towered over her, but I also smiled, which might alleviate the intimidation factor - from all the things, which I hoped, that my son would not inherit from me, I hoped, that it wasn't my size.
"It would be mine, young lady.", I said and led her off to the dance floor.
They would play a fast dance, one, which one could dance to very well.
Isa, meanwhile, watched before she, too, got asked by a young man, and accepted.
This was a party, so let's have some fun!

Minroz wrote:
The Selkie wrote:
On their way to the Fiántas Cliff, the two could observe a lot, mostly celebrations, but also sports, from the occasional game of footvolley to a boy, who looked an awful lot like a girl, and a girl playing with a large, fearsome-looking, but quite cuddly canine with a thick fur, which seemed to be far more suited for colder climates.
What the two adults might not know, was, that said canine was a Jalid White Wolf and indeed more comfortable in snow and ice then on a sub-tropical beach.
But they would also see a lot of music, either on the little 'stage' by the dance floor, where people were being merry and dancing, or with some of the smaller groups.
One was quite large, a group of seven young women, half of them teenagers for not as long, one of them dressed in a very sparkly thing that was either lingerie or swimwear, while the others were not less dressed for the beach, but far less conspicuous - that did not stop their dresses, especially of the three oldest, to show off, that there were considerable curves. The music came from two, one with an acoustic guitar, the other with an acoustic bass.
The two might also spot an interesting couple, a young blonde with green eyes and a man in shirt and tie, not only about two heads taller than her, but also at least twice as old. Both seemed to be comfortable with each other, parting ways as the man took a suitcase with him.
The woman smiled at both of them, bowed her head lightly and was about to go to the rest of the party.
The cliff itself was merely seven meters tall and a staircase went up, too.

So they did, the Aryanians observed at their leisure. They’re little surprised to see Jalid White Wolf, animals they’ve never seen before. The large canines reminded them of certain canine species back in their homeworld, who they tends to be bigger than their counterparts in Terra (RL Earth). Not like they’re intimidated by the sight, more like the Aryanians are intrigued and curious especially the part where the wolf-like canine is around a sub-tropical beach. At other hand, they enjoyed the displays of festivities of the locals on their way. But for Nasrollah’s sensibilities as an aristocrat and practising Muslim, it’s shocking to see local women who haven’t dressed ‘modestly’. While it’s nothing unusual for young women back in Aryan to dress that way but for him, it’s easily eye-catching. Not to mentioned, Nasrollah has his wife to be faithful to. As for Roksana, she didn’t seem to mind by her surroundings.

[“Praise be to God, it’s beautiful sight. I love how merry-going the Selkies are. They like to party a lot like us.”] Roksana commented with a grin.

[“Quite so, God willing.”] Nasrollah replied. The couple continued to walk, returned the light bow and a smile in Roksana’s case to the passing woman. Once they’re at the start of the staircase, the Aryanians looked at each other and smiled before nodding in silent confirmation. The Aryanians went up the staircase until they finished climbing up at the end of stairs. They might have a good view of the beach from the top of the cliffs.

Indeed, on the small outcropping, one had an excellent view of Pléaráca Beach, and beyond the Sruthán Creek, which was the south border five kilometers away. Seven meters above the ground, one also had a good view of the sea and the neighbouring beach, Comharsa Beach.
That one had a stairwell leading up and down to the cliff, too.
Comharsa Beach, however, what might surprise the two the most, was also filled with people partying, celebrating, but there were also a lot of vehicles on caterpillar tracks - tanks, to be precise. Not modern ones either, but vintage tanks, carefully restored to driving condition and placed here, most remarkably two gigantic Cosaint MBTs, also known as the Muharib Infantry Tank. The young men and women, who were having their own party, had a bit of adult supervision, but no one on the Comharsa Beach seemed to be related among the other and none of the young men and women seemed like soldiers, on the contrary.
Markings on the vehicles would tell those, who were in the know, that the vehicles and the people belonged to the Binn Boarding School Complex Sensha-Do Team, the Seabhac.
Maybe the ruin of the old pirate watchtower at the end of the cliff piqued the interest more.

Yven Barriall of the Tribe of Monaghan.
"Will do, will do.", I said and grinned.
"As for naval officers...", Madame Banphrionsa said, "We have dour types, too. And always-serious ones and silent ones and brash ones and arrogant pricks - they're only human, too, with a lot of personalities." She shrugged. "I prefer the lads and lassies of the Naval School, to be honest."

Caoimhe Barriall of the Tribe of Monaghan.
The fox ears on my head twitched. I had no idea, what Marie was doing and what she was thinking, but I assumed, that it was something harmless.
I still grinned, drank the rest of my cuppa and rose.
"Then let's go!", I said and looked at the others: "May Moricil's winds lead us together again."
"Indeed, may they.", Macha replied with a smile, nodding. "Until then, may Carman Fea protect you two."
And with that, Marie and I went outside, me offering her a hand, should she want to hold hands.

Nia Sneachtúil, of Cefnffordd Descent.
Marion was cute, blushing as Macha complimented her and her work, retreating a bit in shyness, but her hair was unavailable as a cover, being braided.
She fidgeted cutely, too.
"As said, she stumbled across you by coincidence... and when she sent me the link, I just had to meet you and see, what we can do.", she said and straddled the bench, turned to Marion, grinning. "I would like to see, first, if we get along..." A box we could safely tick as positive by now, I guessed. "...and second, if we can convince BI's bosses to maybe go into a cooperation with you as a designer." She let a beat pass. "Step two is not for today, though. Tonight, let's have some fun!"

by **New Visayan Islands** » Fri Apr 10, 2020 8:50 am

Gerald Vicente
At the Bar

"I'll admit: it sounds pretty mundane, seeing as 'mango juice' to most people is exactly what it says on the tin," Gerald replied, "but a cocktail like that? I can imagine it being quite the surprising drink." Here he smiled; the novelty of a deceptively-named cocktail was something that would surprise most Visayans.
"Perhaps we could have some here...?"

by **Kuronami** » Fri Apr 10, 2020 9:17 am

"Oh, sure okay." Joshua chuckled "I got the same 'drop the ma'am' request from Macha so I guess I oughta remember that goin' forward."

Bianca's ears perked up even more "Treasure?"

"Wow going on a treasure hunt?" Isabel was more casual, well she was wealthy anyway so it'd be more like a fun find than a hope of riches.

"Yeah can we go?" Bianca pleaded aloud to anyone who would grant her permission. Her brother nodded it was fine.

by **Hanoverian Great Britain** » Fri Apr 10, 2020 12:33 pm

For someone with the looks of Mhairi, Alexandra couldn't expect more or less a tenacious and feisty reply as the much older woman closed the distance between them, putting the guitar away in the process.

Even with her emotions and feelings concentrated on that one particular woman, Juna's earlier words continued to relay itself in Alexandra's head like a broken record. Regardless, she would genuinely hope that Mhairi would not exaggerate it as a genuine romance, for it's something Alexandra herself was reluctant to indulge in after her last actual relationship, which left a permanent scar on her memories. Compounding this was a turbulent period when her credibility as a monarch was challenged upon the revelations of her former lover's acts and crimes.

Mhairi's caressing had been slightly similar to those she had with Fintan, with the slight differences being that she is experiencing it with an another woman who certainly knew her way around people. Genuinely, it took her some real effort not to lose it. After an astonishingly long 5 minutes, Alexandra slowly broke the kiss, her hazel eyes meeting Mhairi's blue set of eyes in an affectionate manner as she calmly gasped for air. After giving a short peck on the nose, she began to speak. "You're certainly an expert lover, aren't you?", inquired her as she expertly switched into a more affectionate and light-hearted mode, her hands loosely clasping around Mhairi's back, caressing in return while her head gently rested itself on Mhairi's right shoulder, pretending to be asleep. Surely, for a first attempt, Alexandra pulled it off well and it might have seemed that she herself had came to love Mhairi for the "competitive" woman she is.

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Sat Apr 11, 2020 8:56 am

Marie

As we exited, Cao offered her hand to me.
I took it, and squeezed it like my life depended on it.
A silence fell, as we walked back to the beach. I weighed my options.
On one hand, I felt like Cao had a right to know that her life was possibly at risk. On the other hand, the eternal OpSec...
In the end, I said nothing. Time would tell if I was right...Cao would understand, so would the others. I hoped.
"So..." I started, in an attempt to strike up a conversation. "How's Cel been doing?"

Adelheid
I nodded. "Aye, but I think the weather of Gdansk produces more dour types. Then again, most of 'em spent some time blockade-running or smuggling in operators before 1992."

I stopped to take a sip of water before continuing on. "Tell me more about the Naval School. What's it like?"

by **Mediama** » Sat Apr 11, 2020 6:09 pm

With a blush, Marion internally wished with a blush that she was that bench right now. "Oh I do believe we would get along Miss Macha," she looked to both Nia and Macha, "I believe I can get along with both of you." she said with a furious blush before she briefly looked away from the pair, pausing as she wondered if they both had enough charisma to make her be that blatant with her flirting. She was also wondering whether or not it was a wise idea for her to go for both women and not just choose one.

After a beat or two of pausing she looked back and continued, stuttering, "I-I do agree that we should have some fun though! Get to know each other a-and all that." she said as she felt her face burn with a blush. She pondered aloud, "What should we start off with?" she asked with a shy smile.

by **AHSCA** » Wed Apr 15, 2020 9:32 am

The Selkie wrote:Heardread Folracht of the Tribe of Wicklow.
While my son was led away by a girl, who might be my daughter-in-law one day, if he so desired, I rose and took the hand of Ayla.
I towered over her, but I also smiled, which might alleviate the intimidation factor - from all the things, which I hoped, that my son would not inherit from me, I hoped, that it wasn't my size.
"It would be mine, young lady.", I said and led her off to the dance floor.
They would play a fast dance, one, which one could dance to very well.
Isa, meanwhile, watched before she, too, got asked by a young man, and accepted.
This was a party, so let's have some fun!

Hand in hand Ayla with her dance partner walked over. This one was a quick tempo, well at least less chances to stomp the feet. Actually she found it doable to step in time with the music and make a decent dance. Wow not bad for someone out of practice. She hadn't danced like this in some time really! It felt good and it was enjoyable. "Well, how did I do?" She asked between songs.

by **Minroz** » Mon Apr 20, 2020 6:34 am

The Selkie wrote:Indeed, on the small outcropping, one had an excellent view of Pléaráca Beach, and beyond the Sruthán Creek, which was the south border five kilometers away. Seven meters above the ground, one also had a good view of the sea and the neighbouring beach, Comharsa Beach.
That one had a stairwell leading up and down to the cliff, too.
Comharsa Beach, however, what might surprise the two the most, was also filled with people partying, celebrating, but there were also a lot of vehicles on caterpillar tracks - tanks, to be precise. Not modern ones either, but vintage tanks, carefully restored to driving condition and placed here, most remarkably two gigantic Cosaint MBTs, also known as the Muharib Infantry Tank. The young men and women, who were having their own party, had a bit of adult supervision, but no one on the Comharsa Beach seemed to be related among the other and none of the young men and women seemed like soldiers, on the contrary.
Markings on the vehicles would tell those, who were in the know, that the vehicles and the people belonged to the Binn Boarding School Complex Sensha-Do Team, the Seabhac.
Maybe the ruin of the old pirate watchtower at the end of the cliff piqued the interest more.

Certainly, the Aryanian couple were surprised to see the party. Let alone, a lot of people with vintage tanks. It’s more like they’re surprised to find there’re people in the Free Lands who do practised the art of tankery. Sensha-Do is also practised in Aryan.

[“Oooh, they do have tankery here?”] Roksana remarked before whistling at the sight of the party of people and tanks. [“Glory to God, this is quite a sight to see. It’s like seeing the whole school coming together for a celebration. Oh, I would love to join in the fun~.”]

[“I am surprised as you are, my love.”] Nasrollah spoke. [“Looks like they’re enjoying their time. Reminds me of my graduation party.”]

[“Feeling nostalgic?”] The redhead chirped.

[“I suppose.”] He wraps his arms around Roksana in loving embrace. The Aryanian woman reciprocate with her kiss on his lips.

[“Honey, let’s go check out the watchtower~.”]

Nodding, Nasrollah hold hands with Roksana and began walking. The Aryanians then moved towards the ruin of the old pirate watchtower at the end of the cliff. Nasrallah might not be interested as he didn’t see much point but his wife Roksana might because of her playful and energetic nature.

by **The Selkie** » Tue Apr 21, 2020 4:04 am

Amy Ramallae of the Tribe of Monaghan.
I smiled and nodded.
“Sure we can. But before we can do that, the kiddies need to go to bed.”, I said and nodded into the direction of where, indeed, a few children were playing in the surf. I leaned forward slightly. “I'd love to share one or two with you, too.”
I went back to normal, as someone approached me and claimed the best spot, namely the one in my lap: He was around a metre long, vulpine, blue, scaled and had a ridged back – those, who knew the fauna of the Free Lands, would immediately be able to identify a Lapa and thanks to the collar, one would also be able to tell, that he was a pet.
Namely, mine.
I smiled.
“Oh, there you are!”, I said with a smile and looked to Gerald, “If I may introduce, Cealg. Don't worry, he is harmless.”

Fiona Scáineadh of the Tribe of Monaghan.
I smiled at the enthusiasm of the two, but Kay seemed to be fired up like there was no tomorrow!
“Alright! Awesome!”, she cheered and leaned forward, “So... the story is as follows... during the 18th century, this region of the Free Lands was a hotbed of pirate activity. Without a protected convoy, you couldn't get a mice through, unless you flew the MGoL's or, sometimes, the Kyrenaian Flag. This was especially true for Lutetiian vessels.”
I nodded, for I knew, where this was going.
“One of these pirates was a lass by the name of Fiona Creach of the Tribe of Fermanagh.”, she continued, “She was along for the ride for the assault on the Kyrenaian Treasure Fleet in 1720 and did quite a few other remarkable things and collected treasure. And she is said to have hidden this treasure on Cape Ceárta.” She pointed towards the south. “A few dozen kilometers in that direction. We will not be going to dig up the whole cape, though, but rather...”
She looked to me and I rolled with my eyes, turning my back to her.
Kay's hand wandered under my swimsuit, into my back, and came forth a moment later with a piece of paper, carefully folded and packed into a little plastic bag.
When I had turned back to her, Kay kissed me on the cheek with a grin, which made me smile, too.
Then she unpacked the piece of paper.
“A copy. Ya see, Captain Creach is an ancestor of mine and I found this on my grandmother's attic.”, she explained and unfolded it for all to see. It was, indeed, a treasure map. Not a very precise one, one should add, but it was a treasure map, with a poem written along the side. Annotations, which clearly weren't part of the original, were scribbled onto the paper. “So... basically, the long and short of it is, that she has hidden the treasure on the Cape, guarded, back in the day, by an Arracht, I think. Thing is, there haven't been any of those sighted near these islands in the last two decades, so the way should be free. At low tide, a small entryway into a cave should be open for us to see and to enter. We have a vehicle to get there, too, and equipment in it.”
She let a beat pass.
“So, all of ya in?”, she asked.
I nodded. “You know my answer.”, I said and smiled, then looked into the round.

Mhairi Uasal of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
This was fun – obviously, Alex was quite knowledgeable, when it came to kissing, though kissing and being kissed back by another woman seemed to be new to her.
Not that I minded...
I knew, that this might amount to a nice romp through the metaphorical sheets and little more – I had my experience from somewhere, too.
As she rested her head on my shoulder, eyes closed, her hands around my back and caressing my back much like I had done before, my one hand now holding her safe and close, while the other was softly caressing her thigh.
“You aren't bad either.”, I replied with a smile, whispering into her ear, my warm breath caressing it. I looked at the woman in my arms, who I had just kissed, who I, quite honestly, would not be opposed to spending the night with, and who rested against my shoulder. My hand inched up a bit further, as I whispered: “Ready for round two?”

Yven Barriall of the Tribe of Monaghan.
I shrugged. “Don't know. They're in Wembury, I'm in Launceston – a few hundred kilometers between them.”, I told her, “Though I did meet some of the students from there last Harvest Festival. Nice lads and lassies, lemme tell ya.”
And, I added in my mind, good dancers, too.

Caoimhe Barriall of the Tribe of Monaghan.
I smiled, unaware of the inner turmoil in Marie.
“Oh, she's fine!”, I said with a smile, “Still head over heels for Chris, still loving the Cleanóirili, still working for the same shop. She graduates next year and after that...” I shrugged. “I honestly doubt, that she knows herself. Though, among the two of us...”
I leaned over to tell her a bit of a secret even though there was no one around.
“Apparently, Cel also got to know another lad, Cailean, who she mentioned a few times. A musician and another lover of the Little Black Fox.”, I told her, “I doubt, that she got unfaithful to Chris, but it is worth mentioning.”

Nia Sneachtúil, of Cefnffordd Descent.
Unaware of that particular thought of Marion, I will freely admit, that there was a time, when I had wanted to be the bench, too... speaking of Macha, her large and fluffy tail was swishing back and forth with a huge smile on her face as Marion said, that she could get along with both of us.
She was a bit blatant, sure, but she was honest, which was a good part.
The stutter and shy smile were cute.
Marion's question made Macha's smile only wider as the ears on her head twitched and she smiled at Marion.
“Depends.”, she said and then suggested, “Wanna dance?”

Heardread Folracht of the Tribe of Wicklow.
It was a quick dance and I'd like to think, that we held our own pretty well – no one stomped onto anyone's feet, which was a good start.
For someone out of practice, she was very, very good.
At least compared to me.
When the dance finished, I took a moment to catch my breath, then took her hand and led it to my face as softly as I could, kissing the palm tenderly – a gesture of great respect of a man towards a woman around these parts.
“Wonderfully.”, I said, simply, then considered for a moment: “May I have a second dance?”

Minroz wrote:
The Selkie wrote:Indeed, on the small outcropping, one had an excellent view of Pléaráca Beach, and beyond the Sruthán Creek, which was the south border five kilometers away. Seven meters above the ground, one also had a good view of the sea and the neighbouring beach, Comharsa Beach.
That one had a stairwell leading up and down to the cliff, too.
Comharsa Beach, however, what might surprise the two the most, was also filled with people partying, celebrating, but there were also a lot of vehicles on caterpillar tracks - tanks, to be precise. Not modern ones either, but vintage tanks, carefully restored to driving condition and placed here, most remarkably two gigantic Cosaint MBTs, also known as the Muharib Infantry Tank. The young men and women, who were having their own party, had a bit of adult supervision, but no one on the Comharsa Beach seemed to be related among the other and none of the young men and women seemed like soldiers, on the contrary.
Markings on the vehicles would tell those, who were in the know, that the vehicles and the people belonged to the Binn Boarding School Complex Sensha-Do Team, the Seabhac.
Maybe the ruin of the old pirate watchtower at the end of the cliff piqued the interest more.

Certainly, the Aryanian couple were surprised to see the party. Let alone, a lot of people with vintage tanks. It’s more like they’re surprised to find there’re people in the Free Lands who do practised the art of tankery. Sensha-Do is also practised in Aryan.

[“Oooh, they do have tankery here?”] Roksana remarked before whistling at the sight of the party of people and tanks. [“Glory to God, this is quite a sight to see. It’s like seeing the whole school coming together for a celebration. Oh, I would love to join in the fun~.”]

[“I am surprised as you are, my love.”] Nasrollah spoke. [“Looks like they’re enjoying their time. Reminds me of my graduation party.”]

[“Feeling nostalgic?”] The redhead chirped.

[“I suppose.”] He wraps his arms around Roksana in loving embrace. The Aryanian woman reciprocate with her kiss on his lips.

[“Honey, let’s go check out the watchtower~.”]

Nodding, Nasrollah hold hands with Roksana and began walking. The Aryanians then moved towards the ruin of the old pirate watchtower at the end of the cliff. Nasrallah might not be interested as he didn’t see much point but his wife Roksana might because of her playful and energetic nature.

Unaware of the observers on the cliff, the party on both beaches continued.
The old pirate watchtower was, however, very well aware, for it was a ruin from the outside, but from the inside... it was still a ruin, but one, where half a dozen people were sitting on the ground floor of the ruins, on boxes turned bottom up, coolers and a wooden crate, a camping table between them. Of these people, four were women (one in her thirties, while the rest was not even twenty) and two young men, one of which looked up from the card game the group was playing.
“Hey, there!”, he greeted the two, similar greetings coming from the rest, then turning back to the game.
The tower ruin was around ten meters in diameter, the ground floor was still intact, as well as a stone stairway to where a second floor must have been – now rotten away, as that had been most likely made of wood. On the topmost step, a bird's nest sat indisturbed. The ground floor had been paved with stone, cracked by now and with grass looking through it, and aside from the obvious entrance, three windows looked out upon the world, allowing visibility over all three directions. Stoppers and mountings on the last windowsill might tell, that these windows were not only used to look out.
Next to the entry, a hole led into the ground, a staircase leading downstairs to... somewhere, formerly most likely covered by a trapdoor, which now, too, had rotten away.
In general, it was a nice place to hang out.

by **New Visayan Islands** » Tue Apr 21, 2020 6:50 am

Gerald Vicente
At the Bar

"And from the looks of it, he's very graceful," Gerald added with a smile. "I might have seen some of his kind during my stay here; granted, it usually happens during a shakedown cruise one of the yachts coming in from home would undergo, but still. To see a Sea Fox like him up close..." His smile deepened. "It would be a pleasure to know a little more of all this; I imagine there's so much more to discover." An abridged book on the native fauna of the Free Lands was part of the reading material he studied aboard the Adamantine Soul, but seeing one such animal up close was an entirely different affair altogether.

by **Hanoverian Great Britain** » Tue Apr 21, 2020 2:11 pm

As she pretended to be asleep with her head rested on Mhairi's shoulders, her ears "perked" with delight upon hearing the latter's tempting reply. But however, the most unexpected, one that was actually sort of expected by Alexandra herself happened right out in the open, her "partner" inviting her for a "round two".

As startled as she could be, her instincts masterfully reacted to the offer, as her eyes quickly opened when Mhairi wasn't looking. For a few seconds, she brought her head closer to Mhairi as to look over for the rest of the group, whom might have left during their kiss earlier while she softly nuzzled her cheek, seemingly letting out small "purrs" in the process. In all, she could not keep Mhairi waiting.

As she smoothly lifted her head, coming face to face with the much older lady, her face portrayed a well-rehearsed sultry expression, one that she learned from her grandmother's acting as she spoke her mind. "Sure, but I would like, a treat of meal or drink afterwards. Either the bar or the best restaurant on the island, just the two of us", without expecting an answer, her lips once again moved to silence Mhairi's, as her grip tightened.

by **Draycora** » Thu Apr 23, 2020 10:46 am

Juna Järvinen - Island Resort
It was a great feeling to feel the sand under my feet and to smell of the sea in my nose. This morning I and my dearest were at the airport in Smeraldo in severe cold, but now we have a little sun. To introduce myself: My name is Juna Järvinen, I am 27 years old and I work as a journalist for an Elbe culture magazine. However, I am not here for work, even if I have my eyes and ears open. I was dressed according to the occasion, a wine-red bikini, which came directly from the house of Bicíní Industries - now at least from a branch in Draycora. I was dressed according to the occasion, a wine-red bikini, which came directly from the house of Bicíní Industries - now at least from a branch in Draycora. My long, voluminous, blonde hair fell openly over my shoulder.
My beloved and wife who accompanies me is Kira. She has had my last name for almost a year. For me there is no more significant person and no more beautiful. When she was standing next to me in her band suit, it makes me tingle. She was wearing a jet black bikini that conformed to her tanned skin. After a day on the beach, she was already brown. I never will. My skin stays light and just turns red at some point, but her body was perfect. In addition to the brown skin, her navel piercing should also be noticed, which consisted of small hanging gemstones and sparkled in the light.
Both mine and her bikini were careful not to cover too much. Only sensitive areas were covered, which coverings are all connected with thin threads of fabric. Libertinage or even nudity didn't bother Elves like us. Swimming naked on beaches is common throughout the Principality of Draycora, but especially in the Crystal Realm. And even in public parks there are naked people who sunbathe on the meadows.
When we arrived at the party, the fire and grill were just starting. People danced, talked, laughed and just had fun. Drinks and food have already been consumed in abundance.
- "It seems to be in full swing here," Kira said in our mother tongue as she was loosening her braid and her hair flowing over her shoulder.
- "Well then we shouldn't waste any time," I replied jokingly. "I could use some food. First we should stop at the buffet".
- "Oh yes and with the drinks. We didn't preheat and being sober at a party for too long can be bad. Maybe we'll get to know someone nice".
We both looked for the place where you could order drinks and food and walked there hand in hand.

by **Mediama** » Mon Apr 27, 2020 9:35 pm

Marion couldn’t help but giggle happily at the ear twitches the spiorad had, her right hand politely covering her mouth for the duration. She smiled and stretched out her aforementioned right hand in offering. “I would be delighted to have a dance Miss Macha.”

Marion looked over to Nia, offering her left hand to Nia “I would be rather pleased if you would join us for the merriment, Miss Nia?” A light blush sprinkled on her cheeks.

by **Minroz** » Tue Apr 28, 2020 7:32 am

The Selkie wrote:
Unaware of the observers on the cliff, the party on both beaches continued.
The old pirate watchtower was, however, very well aware, for it was a ruin from the outside, but from the inside... it was still a ruin, but one, where half a dozen people were sitting on the ground floor of the ruins, on boxes turned bottom up, coolers and a wooden crate, a camping table between them. Of these people, four were women (one in her thirties, while the rest was not even twenty) and two young men, one of which looked up from the card game the group was playing.
“Hey, there!”, he greeted the two, similar greetings coming from the rest, then turning back to the game.
The tower ruin was around ten meters in diameter, the ground floor was still intact, as well as a stone stairway to where a second floor must have been – now rotten away, as that had been most likely made of wood. On the topmost step, a bird's nest sat undisturbed. The ground floor had been paved with stone, cracked by now and with grass looking through it, and aside from the obvious entrance, three windows looked out upon the world, allowing visibility over all three directions. Stoppers and mountings on the last windowsill might tell, that these windows were not only used to look out.
Next to the entry, a hole led into the ground, a staircase leading downstairs to... somewhere, formerly most likely covered by a trapdoor, which now, too, had rotten away.
In general, it was a nice place to hang out.

“Hello there~!” Roksana reciprocated the gestures of the two Selkie men with her friendly wave. Nasrollah being a quiet man just silently waved back. The Aryanians took a time to walk past by the local Selkies and then get a good look around of what’s used to be a watchtower as ruins. Arriving at where the three windows, they stopped and admired the view in all three directions. Thus, they took their time to hang out for a while.

[“Praise God, this is a beautiful view~. Oh, look over there, honey! This is where we sit down for snacks~.”] Speaking in her native tongue, Roksana pointed at the same palm trees’ spot where the Aryanians sat earlier.

[“Yes…”] Nasrollah replied in acknowledgement, standing next to his wife. [“But not as beautiful as you, Roksana.”]

This caused the redhead to titter in response.

[“Hmm, don’t you ever venture outside for fun when you’re a kid?”] She asked her lover.

[“Not really, my love. It’s more outdoor training to be the warrior so I can serve the Shah.”] The Aryanian man admitted. [“Other than that, I spent a lot of time indoors, studying many subjects pertaining to my status as a noble. But I’m really thankful to God that I met you.”]

[“Praise be to God, me too.”] Roksana smiled as she put her arm around Nasrollah’s shoulder with affection. The couple brought themselves altogether to watch the view. For now, they’re content to admiring the scenery of their surroundings from the cliff, observing the parties on both beaches.

by **AHSCA** » Tue Apr 28, 2020 5:54 pm

The Selkie wrote:Heardread Folracht of the Tribe of Wicklow.
It was a quick dance and I'd like to think, that we held our own pretty well – no one stomped onto anyone's feet, which was a good start.
For someone out of practice, she was very, very good.
At least compared to me.
When the dance finished, I took a moment to catch my breath, then took her hand and led it to my face as softly as I could, kissing the palm tenderly – a gesture of great respect of a man towards a woman around these parts.
“Wonderfully.”, I said, simply, then considered for a moment: “May I have a second dance?”

she bowed a little "Why it'd be my great pleasure for another go." She gave her hands to him letting him take the lead again for the music, again as a novice she was best letting others take the lead. Now she felt more at ease with the dance less self concious about stomping on the feet and more just gliding with the music.

by **The Selkie** » Sun May 03, 2020 5:56 am

Amy Ramallae of the Tribe of Monaghan.
I thought for a moment, then decided: With a small effort, I lifted Cealg up, he mewled, and rose myself, moving both of us next to Gerald as opposed to sitting opposite of each other, and placed the Lapa between us.
Indeed there was a lot to know and to discover and Gerald had the luck of having one of the Free Land's foremost authorities on Sea Foxes sitting next to him, with a specimen between them.
Said specimen using the chance to snuggle his head into my side.
"So... where to start?", I began, "Offer him your hand to smell, if you want to pet him."

Mhairi Uasal of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
Oh, the sultry expression was an act - I could not see right through it, but it took me a moment. Indeed, I noticed shortly before her reply, the others had left to give us a bit of privacy.
Not that I minded.
And neither did I mind the kiss. This would be a fun night, I thought as our tongues battled it out in our mouths, my hand going a bit further up then the thigh and...
Well, let's leave the good part for later.
As we had finished the kiss, I smiled: "Breakfast tomorrow. I know a lovely little place on this island, which has its own little bakery..."

Draycora wrote:Juna Järvinen - Island Resort
It was a great feeling to feel the sand under my feet and to smell of the sea in my nose. This morning I and my dearest were at the airport in Smeraldo in severe cold, but now we have a little sun. To introduce myself: My name is Juna Järvinen, I am 27 years old and I work as a journalist for an Elbe culture magazine. However, I am not here for work, even if I have my eyes and ears open. I was dressed according to the occasion, a wine-red bikini, which came directly from the house of Bicíní Industries - now at least from a branch in Draycora. I was dressed according to the occasion, a wine-red bikini, which came directly from the house of Bicíní Industries - now at least from a branch in Draycora. My long, voluminous, blonde hair fell openly over my shoulder.
My beloved and wife who accompanies me is Kira. She has had my last name for almost a year. For me there is no more significant person and no more beautiful. When she was standing next to me in her band suit, it makes me tingle. She was wearing a jet black bikini that conformed to her tanned skin. After a day on the beach, she was already brown. I never will. My skin stays light and just turns red at some point, but her body was perfect. In addition to the brown skin, her navel piercing should also be noticed, which consisted of small hanging gemstones and sparkled in the light.
Both mine and her bikini were careful not to cover too much. Only sensitive areas were covered, which coverings are all connected with thin threads of fabric. Libertinage or even nudity didn't bother Elves like us. Swimming naked on beaches is common throughout the Principality of Draycora, but especially in the Crystal Realm. And even in public parks there are naked people who sunbathe on the meadows.
When we arrived at the party, the fire and grill were just starting. People danced, talked, laughed and just had fun. Drinks and food have already been consumed in abundance.
- "It seems to be in full swing here," Kira said in our mother tongue as she was loosening her braid and her hair flowing over her shoulder.
- "Well then we shouldn't waste any time," I replied jokingly. "I could use some food. First we should stop at the buffet".
- "Oh yes and with the drinks. We didn't preheat and being sober at a party for too long can be bad. Maybe we'll get to know someone nice".
We both looked for the place where you could order drinks and food and walked there hand in hand.

Lykke Blon.
It would quickly turn out for any visitor, that food and drink were for free and that there were a number of 'stalls', if you will, that took care of distribution. One of them was the drink stall manned by me and Fiete.
Sure, some people had coolers with their own drinks around, but getting something from them was usually only a matter of asking - and, if the contents were Selkie-Lemonade, a safety warning. Dental health is important.
But while everyone was enjoying oneself, we had a bit of a lull, which we used to have a bite ourselves, salad, before the next customers arrived.
And when Kira and Juna, of course I did not know their names, came to the drink stall, I took a moment to admire Juna's hair - I would love to have a mane like that, despite Fiete assuring me, that it was a lot of work, too...
Their swimsuits did little to hide the fact, that they were quite good looking, too - granted, a bit exposing for my tastes, but in Teressien, we were a bit more conservative, when it came to swimwear.
I looked at them, raised a finger to ask for a moment as I was still chewing, swallowed and then asked: "Hey, there! What can I get you?"

Mediama wrote:Marion couldn’t help but giggle happily at the ear twitches the spiorad had, her right hand politely covering her mouth for the duration. She smiled and stretched out her aforementioned right hand in offering. “I would be delighted to have a dance Miss Macha.”

Marion looked over to Nia, offering her left hand to Nia “I would be rather pleased if you would join us for the merriment, Miss Nia?” A light blush sprinkled on her cheeks.

Nia Sneachtúil, of Cefnffordd Descent.
Oh, a three-way dance? Daring, my dear Marion, quite daring!
"It would be my pleasure.", I said to both and Macha took the right while I took the left, departing the table for the dance floor - Macha nodded to me, I knew, how we would take this one.
Let's just say, that Marion might come out more red then she had bargained for...
We noted that, in the distance, the band was swapping, the Sáraighs leaving the stage to some people, who were quite well-known in the Free Lands: Eileen Íseal of the Tribe of Conn, of the band Dísréad, with her little sister Mona and her band Na Siúracha Beaga, the Little Sisters. Juna and Livvy were taking up their instruments as well, but not the electric ones.
Mona, of course, did not have a keyboard or piano with her, so she stepped up to sing, while her big sister took a bass guitar, while NSB's usual singer, Livvy, took a guitar. Meanwhile, Juna took a bass guitar as well. It was interesting to note, that Eileen took a bit of a backseat, letting the younger girls have all the fun of the show.
And what a show it would be! Macha and I very much liked the idea.

Minroz wrote:
The Selkie wrote:
Unaware of the observers on the cliff, the party on both beaches continued.
The old pirate watchtower was, however, very well aware, for it was a ruin from the outside, but from the inside... it was still a ruin, but one, where half a dozen people were sitting on the ground floor of the ruins, on boxes turned bottom up, coolers and a wooden crate, a camping table between them. Of these people, four were women (one in her thirties, while the rest was not even twenty) and two young men, one of which looked up from the card game the group was playing.
“Hey, there!”, he greeted the two, similar greetings coming from the rest, then turning back to the game.
The tower ruin was around ten meters in diameter, the ground floor was still intact, as well as a stone stairway to where a second floor must have been – now rotten away, as that had been most likely made of wood. On the topmost step, a bird's nest sat undisturbed. The ground floor had been paved with stone, cracked by now and with grass looking through it, and aside from the obvious entrance, three windows looked out upon the world, allowing visibility over all three directions. Stoppers and mountings on the last windowsill might tell, that these windows were not only used to look out.
Next to the entry, a hole led into the ground, a staircase leading downstairs to... somewhere, formerly most likely covered by a trapdoor, which now, too, had rotten away.
In general, it was a nice place to hang out.

“Hello there~!” Roksana reciprocated the gestures of the two Selkie men with her friendly wave. Nasrollah being a quiet man just silently waved back. The Aryanians took a time to walk past by the local Selkies and then get a good look around of what’s used to be a watchtower as ruins. Arriving at where the three windows, they stopped and admired the view in all three directions. Thus, they took their time to hang out for a while.

[“Praise God, this is a beautiful view~. Oh, look over there, honey! This is where we sit down for snacks~.”] Speaking in her native tongue, Roksana pointed at the same palm trees’ spot where the Aryanians sat earlier.

[“Yes…”] Nasrollah replied in acknowledgement, standing next to his wife. [“But not as beautiful as you, Roksana.”]

This caused the redhead to titter in response.

[“Hmm, don’t you ever venture outside for fun when you’re a kid?”] She asked her lover.

[“Not really, my love. It’s more outdoor training to be the warrior so I can serve the Shah.”] The Aryanian man admitted. [“Other than that, I spent a lot of time indoors, studying many subjects pertaining to my status as a noble. But I’m really thankful to God that I met you.”]

[“Praise be to God, me too.”] Roksana smiled as she put her arm around Nasrollah’s shoulder with affection. The couple brought themselves altogether to watch the view. For now, they’re content to admiring the scenery of their surroundings from the cliff, observing the parties on both beaches.

In the tower ruin.
In the ruined tower, the game of cards continued, the married couple quickly forgotten in favour of their game. The action on both beaches continued as well - on the beach with the tanks, they were getting out a ball for a little game of Kyrenaian Footvolley, while eating and merriment and a swap in musicians continued on BI's beach.
And suddenly, a woman cheered in Selkie by the card players: "Suck it, ya little wimps! Teach got the upper hand!"
There were some groans of players, who had worse hands, one applauded politely, until one of the lads said: "For now. I still have a card open!"
"Oho!", the woman in her thirties said a bit haughtily, "Do I hear a challenge?"
"Indeed. And how about we combine it with a bet?", the young man said and grinned: "If I manage to procure a better hand, I get to kiss you."
There were a few exclamations of surprise, while others were too surprised to say something.
The teacher raised an eyebrow. "Oh?", she asked, "And if I win?" The young man shrugged. "You'll finally turn in your Maths Homework, which you owe me for three years now?"
There was a round of laughs.
"Alright.", the lad agreed with some self-confidence, then took his card, turning it right for everyone to see - then added his own cards. "What do you say now, Miss Cailc?"
The woman smiled and showed her own hand. "Well, Finnegan, you better get re-acquainted with Laplace probabilities again.", the teacher said and put down her cards, smiling and grinning even as the rest cheered. "It was a good try, though."
With a small bow, the young man acknowledged his defeat.
Someone collected the cards and mixed them for the next round.

Heardread Folracht of the Tribe of Wicklow.
Whatever the rest of the assembly thought about this couple that we were, no one seemed to mind as I led her over the dance floor again. She glided over the dance floor and, if I was honest, she was gorgeous while doing so.
The dance ended far too soon and with the Sáraighs making a little break, another band taking over (Aonas was more likely to recognize them), we had a little breathing room.
"It was a pleasure, Miss Ayla.", I said and breathed another kiss into her hand, "However, I am afraid, that I am, by manners and decorum, obliged to leave you in the hands of another capable man for the next dance - or woman, if you are so inclined." I shrugged at the last, I did not mind it. "Among the two of us, Aonas is a nice young man and, from what I heard, a good dancer as well."
The last was accompanied by a wink.

by **New Visayan Islands** » Sun May 03, 2020 6:50 am

Gerald Vicente
At the Bar

Gerald obliged. As he extended his hand to the Sea Fox, he couldn't help but think that the animal in question was blessed to have a woman as attractive as Amy for a handler.
"He really is as charming as his handler," he said with a smile.

by **Draycora** » Sun May 03, 2020 10:00 am

Juna Järvinen - The bar

To my and surely to Kira's surprise, the drinks were free. Well that was a positive surprise. I also saw some bring their own drinks and food. We could have done this too, but Elvish drinks were not suitable for such parties. Too extravagant. For balls yes, but not for beach parties.
When asked by the bartender, Kira ordered:
"Hi," she said. "Well, can you recommend something that fuels two little shy souls?"
I gave a little laugh. Shy? Kira? No, she was far from shy, but she loved to show herself. But I was curious to see how the bartender interpreted this statement.

by **Hanoverian Great Britain** » Sun May 03, 2020 2:58 pm

At the mention of the word "bakery", Alexandra's instinct perked up in joy. "Cupcakes! Bakery's a good suggestion, I just love them cupcakes, though I only do take them once in a while", elaborated her. As she loosened a bit her grip on Mhairi, her mind instantly came to work over a dawning thought. Genuinely put, Alex hadn't made any plans for an extended stay on the island though that can be arranged with her escorts but then, what she was about to face later on would be life-changing for the blond-haired Englishwoman. For a few seconds, she contemplated over her eventual decision and soon enough, a decision was made.

"Well if you're suggesting a breakfast then I am supposed to stay here, am I? I am certainly eyeing myself in a fancy hotel room somewhere on this island. Do they have a five star hotel or something? I would be happy to pay for it", inquired her in an overly eager tone. Apart from that, Alexandra herself didn't seem too eager to remain there for long. As a result, Alexandra affectionately brought her head to rest once more on Mhairi's shoulders, all the while lowering her tone as she did so. At the same time, she spontaneously played with several strips of Mhairi's hair, twirling them as she pleased. "Pretty please, sweetie?", persuaded Alexandra as she then implied her wish to be carried to her seat so she could quickly put on her floral dress as to not give the impression of her being a "slut" should she walk around with that outfit on full display.

by **Polish Prussian Commonwealth** » Thu May 07, 2020 8:07 pm

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