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→SS3, House Plumfall: Winter Veil

The young elf leaned his head back against the cushions, watching the violet-skinned girl dry her hair. With those fragile wrists and tiny fingers, her small body curving forward, the delicate shapes of her spine and shoulderblades showing through the thin cloth of her undershirt, she was roughly scrubbing her head and horns without a hint of elegance or grace. She lowered the cloth and tossed her wet hair, sneezed, and smeared her nose against her arm; then she blinked as the boy began to laugh at her.

He restrained his chuckling and shook his head, a characteristic awkward smile twisting his lips, and waved apologetically at the glaring girl. "You are cute," he said, truthfully.

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→Storybook 4: On comparing one type of love with another

This is a story about a king who had one daughter. This young princess was famous throughout the small kingdom for her gentleness and wisdom, and the farmers and merchants would request her help with their disputes whenever she toured the towns and countryside. The people loved and trusted her judgment, and the king, too, loved her very much.

The eighth decenniversary of the princess's birth approached, and her father wished to host a banquet in her honor. But he found himself in a quandary. He wished to import the finest, rarest luxuries for her – the blushing peaches frosted with moonlight from the northernmost forests of Kalimdor or the fragrant violet berries plucked from the mountains of southern Terokkar. But his was but a small kingdom, and with his limited wealth, he could only furnish the banquet one of these two delicacies. Only the sweetest fruit in the world would do for his peerless daughter, and he did not know whether to trust the bards of Darnassus or those of Shattrath, who both sang paeans to the bounty of their respective homelands.

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→Seol 32: Husband's log

Future Astrolabe and Seol, so that we do not forget,

It went as we planned it to go. Mother did not come so that the Aldor would not suspect. Father was almost late, but it was okay at the end. I think our words and ritual satisfied him because he often cried. And it satisfied me. I feel happy, and also like some tears might come out.

We then ate the cake, which was good. It was like doughnut in the shape of a cake. And Tiddia ate the sausage, and she said she was happy. I am very happy about it. And you, Astrolabe, are very relieved because of the hard work we did to make it.

Master Arimadios came, which did not please me. He shamed our father and Tiddia with an expensive gift, and then he took Jelleneth away. But though his actions are bad his intentions are not unkind, I ~~hope~~ think. I hope he thinks more of the feelings of others before he becomes the husband of Jelleneth, though.

Abelar gave us an instruction manual and Tiddia gave us a gun, to shoot suitors of our children, and a rock, for your hooves, and some enlarging potions for you. Which was strange ~~because I thought I am the one who needs~~

And now we are supposed to cook but we are sleepy so maybe we will just Consecrate some meat and go to sleep.

Seol 31 ← Seol 32 → Astrolabe 21

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→SS1, Astro/Seol: Chocolate

The mixing bowls at the Aldor Rise inn were very big and very shiny. Astrolabe marveled at her distorted expression; tilting it this way, her forehead shrank and her mouth widened terrifyingly. She looked quite a bit like Helaah. Laughing, she lifted up the bowl and turned it around, showing Helaah the kitchen; was it the way she remembered?

Astro was sure, at least, that when her mother had been an Aldor priestess there had never been anyone here so pale and pink-skinned as that man; she captured his reflection in the bowl to show Helaah, the blurry figure of a dark-haired elf holding out a hand to her, asking smilingly, "That?"

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