[ Davina shakes her head with a laugh, taking a draft of her mead while watching the other individuals in the tavern. They clearly don't care or notice anything else other than their alcohol, their dance partner or their money being gambled away, even laughing boisterously when someone spilled mead on another. This kind of chaos, it's certainly nostalgic of the years she's spent in Thalassa a long time ago.
Another sip of her drink, and she puts her flagon down, her cat jumping back onto the table. This time around, she doesn't attempt to gather him back into her arms and onto her shoulder, standing up and grabbing onto David's arm to drag him to the dance floor. ]
C'mon, up you go. [ She'll write this one down as a night she lost all good judgment but hey, he did say no one would notice, right? ] Let's make Lefkokó regret ever having a festival.
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Another sip of her drink, and she puts her flagon down, her cat jumping back onto the table. This time around, she doesn't attempt to gather him back into her arms and onto her shoulder, standing up and grabbing onto David's arm to drag him to the dance floor. ]
C'mon, up you go. [ She'll write this one down as a night she lost all good judgment but hey, he did say no one would notice, right? ] Let's make Lefkokó regret ever having a festival.