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"Hey, it's Eithan. Leave a message, I'll get back to you. Thanks."

txt/pic msg | voice | video chat | action

[This is a new face in Eithan's inbox for sure. The speaker seems somewhat irritated.]

Your repeated attempts to impress the Spirit faction leave much to be desired. If tossing around fireballs were enough to impress them, three quarters of the Fleet would be be decked out in purple.

Did you even know they set out puzzles as a challenge? Or are those too complicated for you, flamebrain?

Eithan! Are you recovered? I would like to teach you the spell for conjuring mana crystals.

[Belthazar sounds frightened even though he's trying to keep his voice level. It's a very hard thing to do. Besides the shakiness in his voice, he's panting, which helps nothing.]

Eithan! Eithan, are you all right?

you're not dead right

[excellently done.]

so a certain someone is forcing me to tell everyone i'm turning 19 in like a week but you don't have to do anything for it

okay that's all bye

two weeks and counting

did you tell him yet

Eithan, do you have a minute to talk? I wanted to ask you something.

[Sorey and Eithan don't tend to run into each other in the Center all that often, but maybe Sorey should've expected it. Any time not spent on chores and assigned tasks, Sorey's been spending it here; praying at the altar, cleaning, moving things around. There aren't many people who use the Center these days, but it still feels like a place of comfort. It's almost like Sorey can see Stefan's ghost going through the motions.

He's busying himself with making some tea and rummaging around in the vain hopes that there's honey left when he hears someone at the door stopping to take off their shoes. He pokes his head out of the kitchen to see Eithan and he relaxes, glad to see him hale and whole after all of...that.] Hey. Want some tea? [Sorey disappears back into the kitchen.] I think some of those crumble cookies Mikleo made are still around here somewhere...

Eithan I saw your ship go down, are you okay?!
Eithan

I'm going to try and see what's going on with this
oh my gosh please be okay

Eithan are you getting these

Are you all right please be all right

[SL
AMS INTO YOUR ROOM

THROWS A BOOK DOWN ON UR BED!!!!]

You're a vampire!

riddle me this pyro-man:

what does one do when their husband turns into a dog and decides his new calling is to be an abominable furry terror?

[Belthazar has smartly seen to some arrangements for tonight. First, a lovely velvet-lined rowboat that they can share. Second, a perfectly-packed picnic they can take out onto the water. Finally, he's dressed to kill in a scarlet swing dress and thigh high brown boots, with a black fur-lined cloak they can huddle under if they get cold. (Belthazar is already cold. Alas.)

All that's left is for Eithan to show up at the appointed kick-off place along the lake, and then they can enjoy the evening together. He idly checks the to do list in his journal to make sure he didn't forget something, his ears twitching at the occasional sound of distant bells.]

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