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#4
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Katrine Dmitriev
Music Extraordinaire
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With their tents all set up, they went to grab some lunch. Lesallia was not one to run anywhere, nor had she agreed to the deal, but she begrudgingly bought them all lunch. The smiles on their faces were worth whatever it cost, though she would never explicitly admit it to them. They were her best friends, and they knew that.
"So," Katrine said thoughtfully, "I wonder how many people will show up for the river ceremony this year?"
Virgil shrugged his shoulders, "Probably more than last year. It seems that the more people that know about it, the more people come. It's tradition around these parts."
She smiled at him, "You're right, of course. I couldn't imagine a year without the Nox Nocturnalis." She then turned to Lesallia, not wanting to exclude her from the conversation any more than she did so herself, "Lesallia, your decorations, as usual, are fantastic. How do you do it each year?"
Lesallia was not one to turn down a compliment, though a baited compliment it was, "Why thank you, Katrine. I go through great lengths to make sure that each Nox is not only unique, but also that only the finest materials are used."
They both nodded, giving Lesallia the praise that she deserved. Virgil turned and saw a fairly large crowd approaching. He looked at the others, "I think we better get back to our tents! People have arrived!"
With that, the three got up and went back to their tents to welcome the crowds.
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Posted 11-02-2014, 10:36 PM
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