Characters involved are: Amaliel (RED), Brin (ORANGE),
Logged by Brin

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Fatima Castle, Pinkified Courtyard(#4688RJ)
The courtyard of Fatima Castle is looking...remarkably festive, even in this most carnival of towns. Pink bunting spans the entire courtyard, and long trestle tables line each side, with a small stage at one end, nearest the large balcony. Many-coloured balloons are strewn about the place, but pink is, nonetheless, the predominant colour.
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Amaliel
Amaliel (OOC) asks, "it's rather pink here, isn't it?"
Amaliel (OOC) says, "Actually, I'm going to run for like 5 minutes and slap together some lunch for myself."
Brin (OOC) nods, and explains what is up while you're away.
Brin (OOC) says, "Basically, the courtyard's like this for Khiea's birthday, which hasn't happened yet. Brin's a minister in the Aveh council, and is kind of organising this, since Khiea and Luka asked so nicely, of course."
Amaliel (OOC) says, "I suppose that I authorized this, then. Of course I would if Luka asked."
Brin (OOC) nodnods.
Amaliel (OOC) asks, "Okay, would you like to start or should I?"
Brin (OOC) will start.
Amaliel (OOC) says, "Alrighty roo..."
To each his won way of relaxation, after a hard day of trying to agree on something, anything useful in the council chambers. Still, it can be forgotten for this little while, as Brin oversees the hanging of bunting, baloons, and helps out with the placement of tables around the large courtyard, its usual festive purpose of fighting arena giving way to the expectation of a celebration soon. Still, this work would be worth it to see the look on the face of whom it was for, and this inspires him all the more. A small, furry accomplice slinks, scampers, and is almost stood on several times, as Brin steadfastly ignores it, and continues to give directions to a youth atop a rather precarious-looking ladder. Yes, this will be a sight when it is done.
Brin (OOC) learns to type X_x.
Curious as to what the preparations look like, Amaliel finally makes it away from supervising the arts revival in Aveh to see for himself. He's not personally familiar with Khiea, but after hearing Luka and Citan speak so well of her, he is well disposed toward her. Yes, this did seem relaxing, especially after a council meeting. And besides, this fighting arena should be put to better use than just sitting around as an unused eyesore. He notes to carefully step over the furry thing scuttling around. He pauses to steady the latter, then smiles over at Brin, never above getting his hands dirty to help. "Good afternoon!" He speaks over the crossbraces of the ladder, one firm hand on either side to keep it steady. "It's starting to look really good - how goes it?"
Amaliel (OOC) asks, "Need a repost, dear?"
Brin (OOC) nods. Possibly.
Sparing a glance upwards to see if there were any stars out, Amaliel pauses a moment before he responds, and takes a seat on a nearby stool, his posture relaxed, feet hooked up on the rungs in a childlike fashion. "Who is anyone to judge for that matter?" He folds his hands carefully atop one upraised knee. Ah, it's easy to love this place even if you aren't a newcomer. But Amaliel was, wasn't he? "I think it's just the fierce love of the people for their land that helps make it beautiful here. And who can disagree with a climate that's warm all year 'round?"
Brin (OOC) thanks. Poses.
Brin grins. "You have a point, there. Although, growing up in Aquavy, then moving here was a bit of a shock, really. It takes a bit of getting used to...". He pushes himself up to sit on the table properly, and follows Amaliel's gaze. "It is not hard to get used to something this beautiful, though. I do not blame these people for their staunch nationalism. I feel it, too". He looks down to Amaliel. "Have you ever been to Aquavy?".
His gaze remaining firmly on the sky with a soft smile for the familiar stars that slowly fade into view, Amaliel answers. "Beauty does not become any more dim for it's familiarity." He shakes his head. "I'm afraid my world travel has been rather limited...." He finally looks down to meet Brin's gaze again. "However, I've heard it's much more green there than it is here..."
Brin smiles. "You could say that, for all the land there is. Better still, I was brought up on a ship, without any green at all. But, I know what you mean. Obligation is a leash, at least one ot a certain country. It's one of the reasons I became an Etone. Or, at least, didn't resist as much.". But, he is chattering, and grows silent. Now is a time for relaxation, not resurrecting old and long-forgotten demons. The workers begin packing up their tools, and a few casual laboureres begin leaving. "Well done, all!", Brin calls out, as a few of them wave, setting off down the steps to the market square below.
Amaliel listens to Brin nonjudgementally. There was a reason for everything in life, he was sure. "I think I would have been better suited to be an Etone, had I discovered the notion when I was younger." He looks around again, and smiles - this child would surely enjoy these preperations. "When is the party going to take place? Perhaps I can arrange something interesting for it."
Brin sgakes his head. "Actually, the date of Khiea's birthday is sill something of a mystery. Hopefull, I can find it in the records office. Her birth mother apparently comes from bledavik..." He thinks, smiling suddenly. "Perhaps finally having a date might be enough of a gift. I'll have to redouble my efforts, in case we miss it.". He watches, as the lastt of the workers stream either into, or out of the castle grounds, and the dusk finally settles.
"Would you like me to get people to look into that while you continue preparations?" Amaliel seems all for helping, even though he doesnt know her. Of course, he'd do anything for a friend of Luka. And if he knows the date then he can arrange a suitable gift. He leans back, steadying himself by gripping the edges of the stool behind him, stretching out.
Brin raises his eyeborws. "That would be very helpful, if there were not more important things for them to do, of course. I would havte to impose any more.". It would make a change from wandering the musty archive himself, when he could be doing this. And, several pairs of eyes are better then one. "Thank you, Amal.". He stands from the table, looking about the ground. "It's getting a bit chilly. Perhaps we should go inside.", he muses, as he searches for the cat. "It has been nice talking with you, Amal. I suppose I will see you around".
Brin (OOC) is busy being distracted away. X_x
Amaliel (OOC) asks, "Want to end the scene here?"
Amaliel (OOC) says, "I'm going to go hunt for DDR machines in my new area soon anyway."
Brin (OOC) says, "Well, okay, if you want ^^."
Offering a soft nod to Brin, Amaliel opts to stay for a bit longer. "I'm going to look at the stars some more, then I will get all my free aides to search for you." He smiles, casting his eyes up. "I look forward to seeing you again soon, Brin."