tea party } watch out for those rabbit holes

[graveflowers]

Happy Happy Birthday, Baby- Elvis Presley

WHO || Violet and OPEN
WHAT || Tea party out in the garden
WHERE || Knights HQ, back garden
WHEN || Sunday, May 26th around 3pm and onward.
HOW || Actionspam, get yo' threadjacking on babes.

When Violet throws a party, she is, surprisingly, classy about it. It's a garden party, with tables out in the garden and the flowers all in bloom. There is tea and mimosas on the tables and little cakes and vegetarian sandwiches. Music is playing on her phone -- the most eclectic mix of modern and retro, and a truly astounding amount of Elvis. Don't judge, she doesn't know why she likes him so much. Off to one side there is an area of shade, a construction of twigs and branches making quite a fine shelter, flowering vines interwoven between the branches to cover up any holes.

She sends invitations the day of, though send might not be the word for it. More like... she duct tapes the invitations to every door she sees before knocking and scampering off to the next door. Does she know you? Maybe not. Does she care? Definitely not. You get an invitation, you get an invitation, everyone gets a humpback whale!

It's just an everyday party in the garden, or so the invitation claims. Except it's her birthday, or the one she and Charming chose for her, and she wants to celebrate turning twenty six! She just doesn't want to be the center of attention.

Come one, come all, mix, mingle, nibble. Violet will be around, coaxing flowers into bloom and trying to remember where she put her shoes when she came out here... Whatever. Barefoot it is.

Comments

[luthir]

[ ♬ since you've been around - rosie thomas

the fact that he's taking his time only makes it more excruciating, really, as his hands seem to linger on hers and it's hard to know whether that's because he's got the patience of a two hundred year old elf or what. ] Now pull it under here, around - you fold it under each time, like this. [ she'll need a dex check of at least 12 even with his help. he makes it look so easy :| ]

[graveflowers]

[She follows along (dex 16), but how she does that is anyone's guess since the sole focus of her brain is not hyperventilating. This, she thinks, was a bad plan. Except, she doesn't care.]

Why this? The present, I mean. You could have picked a daisy on your way out and I would have been happy.

[luthir]

You could sprout your own daisies. [ he continues guiding her methodically along ] A gift should be a reflection of both the giver and the receiver.

It might seem a small thing in my culture, but I've yet to see an equivalent in yours... and concealing one's position while firing can be the difference between life and death.

It seemed... practical, and you strike me as a woman who can value practicality. [ he glances over ] Though perhaps I shouldn't make assumptions.

[graveflowers]

So I am never gonna get flowers because i can grow them myself? Oh that's not fair. I could buy them myself too. [Not so much the point, but she is still thinking that over.]

You seem very... interested in my well being.

[luthir]

[ he smiles wryly ] As you're fond of recalling, I did help rescue you once. I'd hate for that to be for nothing.

[graveflowers]

So it's just to make sure your efforts weren't in vain, then?

[luthir]

[ his fingers halt a moment as he looks up and reads her expression ]

Not just. [ and then back to weaving he goes ]

[graveflowers]

You're being exceptionally stoic at the moment. [She doesn't say it like its a bad thing, more just that she is noting it, for the record. And she pays attention. A lot of it.] But maybe I'm just concussed.

[luthir]

Maybe I want to make certain you're paying attention to the lesson. [ he helps her fold in the remaining end ] And that's all.

[graveflowers]

Well. [Her head tips, braid falling over her shoulder, to examine the handiwork. She is still looking at it when she absently adds:] I really wasn't paying attention.

[luthir]

I suppose I'll just have to do it again next time, then. [ he smiles slightly at her, and then rises to his feet ] It should work, at least.

[graveflowers]

[She tugs on the bow slightly, getting a feel for it before standing and drawing the string back. She let's go and a look of surprise crosses her expression. Hmm, elves do good work.

Except now, of course, she wants to shoot things.]

Thanks. Again, I mean. For this. And for next time.

[luthir]

You're very welcome. [ he moves towards the little banister and then looks back at her ] Happy birthday, Violet.

[graveflowers]

Yeah. It is.

[She perches back on the edge of her bed again, she needs time to... breathe, before she goes back to her party.

And she totally wants to watch him walk away.]

[luthir]

[ he just smiles enigmatically at her and hops over, showing himself out and leaving her alone ]