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Bruce will need rewriting (he rambled too much; who would have thought it?) but Darcy has just finished her piece. Steve has just arrived and is next up, and then I'm really really going to have to work out the setting for Maria's closing remarks.
Dance? Dinner? Garden? Somewhere else?
Also: need to consider just how many things I can sign up for this year without overloading myself. And whether there'll be an Avengers Santa, and whether it's even worth signing up.
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"So," Darcy said as Maria checked her reflection and decided that all she needed to do was tuck a wisp of hair behind her ear, "Have you decided who's going to be taking care of your Virgin Night?"
"Darcy!"
Darcy rolled her eyes at Jane, who was blushing and looking rather too horrified. "What? It's not like everyone isn't speculating about it. And if a Priestess who's going to oversee her Offering to the Darkness can't ask, then who can?"
"I guess you're not beating around the bush," Maria murmured. "Yes, we've decided."
"Oh, that's nasty," Darcy said when no answer was forthcoming. "All right, then, who is it?"
"Does it matter, so long as it's done?" Maria leaned back against the powder table.
"Well, yeah! You're a Queen – the first major Queen since the Phoenix Court dissolved, and the first Territory Queen in, oh, twenty years or something. That's nearly longer than I've been alive! Of course people are curious about who's going to take care of your Virgin Night, who's going to serve in your court, and who's going to be your Blood triangle."
Darcy wondered if she'd been a little bit too emphatic, but the truth was that she was curious. And Maria was the kind of witch out of whom you had to drag every last bit of information, because she never offered any of it herself.
"If you don't want us to pry into it, then we won't." And that was Jane, being conciliatory. "It won't kill us."
"It won't kill you," Darcy retorted, good humoured. "I might die of curiosity!"
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And, it's finally Friday afternoon - should I get some cake? I think there's a verrrry nice lemon tart downstairs...
Bruce will need rewriting (he rambled too much; who would have thought it?) but Darcy has just finished her piece. Steve has just arrived and is next up, and then I'm really really going to have to work out the setting for Maria's closing remarks.
Dance? Dinner? Garden? Somewhere else?
Also: need to consider just how many things I can sign up for this year without overloading myself. And whether there'll be an Avengers Santa, and whether it's even worth signing up.
--
"So," Darcy said as Maria checked her reflection and decided that all she needed to do was tuck a wisp of hair behind her ear, "Have you decided who's going to be taking care of your Virgin Night?"
"Darcy!"
Darcy rolled her eyes at Jane, who was blushing and looking rather too horrified. "What? It's not like everyone isn't speculating about it. And if a Priestess who's going to oversee her Offering to the Darkness can't ask, then who can?"
"I guess you're not beating around the bush," Maria murmured. "Yes, we've decided."
"Oh, that's nasty," Darcy said when no answer was forthcoming. "All right, then, who is it?"
"Does it matter, so long as it's done?" Maria leaned back against the powder table.
"Well, yeah! You're a Queen – the first major Queen since the Phoenix Court dissolved, and the first Territory Queen in, oh, twenty years or something. That's nearly longer than I've been alive! Of course people are curious about who's going to take care of your Virgin Night, who's going to serve in your court, and who's going to be your Blood triangle."
Darcy wondered if she'd been a little bit too emphatic, but the truth was that she was curious. And Maria was the kind of witch out of whom you had to drag every last bit of information, because she never offered any of it herself.
"If you don't want us to pry into it, then we won't." And that was Jane, being conciliatory. "It won't kill us."
"It won't kill you," Darcy retorted, good humoured. "I might die of curiosity!"
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And, it's finally Friday afternoon - should I get some cake? I think there's a verrrry nice lemon tart downstairs...