17th Star

[sparkling_eyes]

[Action; 747 Partridge; Saturday morning]

[Well, it's been a few days since the end of the event, when Lyon stormed up to her room and locked herself in out of sheer embarrassment.  She was droned for seemingly no reason about ten minutes after that, and Mayfield's been treated to the cheerful drone named Mismar bouncing around town in her place ever since - doing her hair up in curls, going on dates with the Prince's drone, and just generally having a nice relaxing time in the wonderful town of Mayfield.

...All of that comes to an abrupt end on Saturday morning, however, as a red beam of light tears through the roof of 747 Partridge Drive, bright enough and wide enough to be seen from anywhere in town.]

[Phone; filtered from drones]

...Hello, everyone.  It's Lyon.  I'm back.  How long has it been here?  And can anyone help repair a hole in a roof?

Comments

[commentboxtroll]

Is that abrupt silence a yes or a no?

Or maybe you'd care to hear about Queen Lymsleia's marriage to a pirate king from the Islands?

[sparkling_eyes]

Okay, now I know that one can't be true.

[commentboxtroll]

Oops. Was that one too far out there?

[sparkling_eyes]

You shouldn't lie, Caesar.

[commentboxtroll]

Come on, I was only kidding around. No harm in that.

[sparkling_eyes]

Besides, the Prince and I haven't even talked about kids yet.

[commentboxtroll]

Of course not. You have to marry him before you get that conversation.

[But now that he's no longer getting a laugh out of this conversation, his head sinks back behind the arm of the couch again.]

[sparkling_eyes]

Isn't that moving a little too quickly?

[commentboxtroll]

Well don't ask me. I don't know how you Falenans do romance or marriage...

[sparkling_eyes]

The same way anyone else does, I think.

[commentboxtroll]

Can't say I know a whole lot about how everyone else does it, either.

[sparkling_eyes]

Well... at any rate, it's not important right now. The Prince isn't even here.

[commentboxtroll]

That just means you can plan all the little details while you wait.

[That's... what women do, right? Isn't that a thing?]

Anyway, since you're no longer a drone, think I can get away with stealing some of your pillows?

[sparkling_eyes]

Don't you have plenty there already?

[commentboxtroll]

Only two... [Only. Yeah. He sighs.] I really should have packed along some from my own house.

[sparkling_eyes]

Well, I do have one extra...

[commentboxtroll]

Just one extra? I thought girls always had tons of pillows... [Where he gets these ideas, the world will never know.] Nevermind then.

[sparkling_eyes]

Well, I can see you have lots of important napping to do, so I'll let you get on with that.

[commentboxtroll]

Huh? [He peeks up over the couch's arm again.] Don't tell me I've offended you now, too...

[sparkling_eyes]

[Lyon sighs, shaking her head.]

No, it's not you, I'm sorry. I'm just frustrated and restless right now.

[commentboxtroll]

Well, anyone would be.

Just try and relax while you can. We shouldn't have to deal with anything else until around the end of next month. At least, I don't think the town has enough power to pull off the massive stunt from last year, so it shouldn't be until then...

[sparkling_eyes]

A break for once would be nice.