Take Back the Crown

He quickly wiped his nose, but as he did so, watched Phaedra spill on herself. He bit his lip trying to hold back his knee-jerk reaction to laugh, but a few laughs burst out from his lips anyway. "PfFFff -" he took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but as usual, that just made it worse. He didn't want to draw attention to her, so he ended up leaning on the table with one arm, his eyes shielded by his hand. Underneath was a large smile, his face turning red as he began to laugh harder and harder, and still didn't let it out at its full volume. The laughter quickly evolved into a belly-aching, silent laughter, and he found himself gasping for breaths in between laughs.


"Are -" inhale "you-" inhale "ok?... PFFf Aaha-" and so it continued. Of course she was ok, but her reaction afterward was what made it so priceless. She was so serious! "I'm-" inhale, inhale, inhale, "SORry AHahaha."

 
He had noticed as well, but didn't say anything at first. Because he knew that it would likely end up someone pointing out something similar on his own face. But as Bo couldn't contain himself, he just had to speak up. "Hey, food, or drink, doesn't matter if you roll across the table at this point. Remember, bath time comes after this." He laughed, hoping he had just justified himself in case he also made a mess of himself. "And I think the dwarves still have us all beat anyways." He gestured to a few of the others who had wandered to the table down from them. And one noticed, which then proceeded to look up, a large, food covered grin on his face. And at that, Foxrun laughed even harder "see? He even agrees!" And as he continued to snicker, the dwarf lobbed a roll at his head, "yer too scrawny! Eat more!" Which caused Foxrun to loudly snort in his little burst of giggles


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"Nah, you flash a smile and get people to trust you before you rob them blind." He laughed, "Although, I typically try to avoid that if I can..." He finished the chicken leg he had picked from the table, though found he didn't have much of an appetite and wouldn't force himself to eat more. He rubbed the back of his neck, and felt a bump under his pinky. Ah, the hit he received from being knocked against the railing on the boat. That would explain his killer headache, if the mark had nothing to do with it, which it probably did.


"Ah," he turned to Valeiah, "Would you mind healing this for me? I guess Svetlana didn't notice." He asked, rubbing the area, scraping off some caked blood.


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A dwarf who had been sitting close to them, a red-headed lug named Olaf, burst out in laughter as Bo asked about whether he had anything in his beard, "That's the fun of it all, lad!" He said with a thick scottish accent, "It just means you can save some for later!" He banged the table, still wheezing to himself, and gulped down some more of his mead. Helgi tsked at him as she was passing by, though a small smile could be seen under her beard. The dwarves found the humans strong desire for manners quite amusing. In their eyes, it was when you made a mess that you got the most laughs.


The table went quiet for but a moment before Phaedra gagged up the ale in her mug. Yaroslav snorted up his own mead at her reaction, spitting it back into his cup, though he tried to stifle his laughter. Strange, it was actually genuine amusement. That rarely happened. Svetlana chuckled lowly under her breath as well, though was far better at hiding her mirth. Perhaps their reaction to her reaction would be hidden under the other robust laughters echoing through the halls as the dwarves ate and drank, yelling about stories and telling riddles and jokes.


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Are dwarven feasts always this.... messy? Nameen thought silently to herself, as her table-mates were spilling on themselves and laughing while ignoring the food bits on their chins- or in their beards. Bo treating the meal like it was his last, (the way he was eating) and Phaedra's adventure with the ale actually caused Nameen to crack a smirk while she prevented herself from doubling over with laughter.


She couldn't remember ever being in such an atmosphere. The hall was filled with loud and cheery voices, and the sounds of everyone digging in to the feast with immense eagerness. Upon first seeing all of the food laid out before them, Nameen had almost been certain that there would be heaps leftover. Of course, that had been before she had seen how much the dwarves could eat.


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Seeing how messy the dwarves around them were being, and keeping the one dwarf's comment in mind, all worry about making a mess instantly dissipated. His laughter began to decrease to a hearty chuckle, after a good amount of wheezing. He patted Phaedra's back lightly, smiling, "I think Foxrun's right! Haha! Don't worry about it, Phae... dra." Phaedra. Was it too soon for nicknames?


He took his own drink of ale, but didn't recoil at the taste. Instead, he took a nice long gulp, finding he really liked the dwarven's mead. He looked at the others among their company, noting that they all seemed to be laughing too - either openly, or with their eyes. This is nice. Being surrounded by laughter easily lifted his spirits, and he found that he couldn't stop smiling.


"So I guess this means we don't have to clean up 'til later, eh?" He joked, lightly elbowing Svetlana's arm, directing the question at her.

 
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(Sorry about not replying sooner!! I had company and I didn't have time to check.)


Lucasta, Lucas, and Lilith all entered lastly into the dining hall. The royal children stared in awe at the ginormous table and amount of food that was displayed. Lucasta gripped her belly, realizing how hungry she was after the delightful aroma drifted around the room and into her nose. She scurried over to a seat, and sat beside Valeiah and Hjalmar. She saw how the two enjoyed the food and quickly grabbed a roll, and took a bite. She sighed deeply with content, and then took another bite. After realizing how improperly she was eating, she swallowing her food an cleared her throat. She grinned and took another, but smaller bite. "Wow." Was all she could say, before taking another bite. "This food is really good, don't you think so?" She asked Hjalmar and Valeiah.


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Lucas quickly rushed to a seat, and sat across from Oceana and was seated beside a blonde dwarf. He looked up at the elf and grinned. He thought she was so cool, and pretty too. He reached for a bowl of cactus soup, and grabbed a few slices of meat and a loaf of bread, and plopped it all onto his large plate. He took a bite of the bread and the meat and giggled. He hadn't tasted food like this, ever! But he was soon thirsty. He reached for the cup that was placed in front of him, and grabbed it. He didn't realize it was dwarven mead, and took a sip. His face crinkled in disgust, and spit it back into the cup. "EW!!" He exclaimed. "That's horrible! How can you drink that?" He asked the dwarf who sat beside him, who was cracking up in laughter. The dwarf wiped a tear from his eye and cleared his throat. "You get used to it, kid." He took a swig and started laughing again, nearly choking on his drink. Lucas frowned, but on the inside he was laughing at himself too.
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Lilith walked over and sat beside Alo. She chuckled at Lucas' disgust in the mead, and took a sip herself. She didn't mind the taste, in fact she thought it was amazing. Though, she's drunken a lot during the hardships of her life, so that might be why she enjoyed the taste. Lilith smiled as she peered around the room. She doesn't remember the last time she was in such a wonderful atmosphere.
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"Leave them confused and without all their valuables." Valeiah snorted. She looked at the back of his head.


"Oh, ouch. Of course." She placed her hand over the wound, and a faint yellow light pulsed from it.


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Hjalmar sighed in relief as the pounding head ache lessened, "Thanks." He simply said, rubbing it to feel nothing there. Man, he thought to himself, healing would really come in handy in my line of work. To think of all the arrow and stab wounds he could have avoided.

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"Of course not!" Svetlana shouted, "If you ask me, the dwarves usually never clean up after themselves, so don't stress about the mess." She chuckled and took another swig of mead.
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Oceana nodded along with Kacel'la's story, smiling politely. She didn't understand what was amusing about it but that was perhaps because she didn't know either elf or shifter very well.


Then suddenly there was a giggle down the table that sounded strangely familiar and adorable all at once.


Looking away from the fire-haired elf and her Wyvern, Oceana spotted the rest of their group; and a certain half-Sylph.


The raven-haired maiden flushed in embarrassment and aggravation. She still was sore about the lecture she received earlier that day. And the clear dismissal she was given even after she had told them everything.


Suddenly Phaedra flinched and pulled the ale tankard away to reveal she had dumped it all over her front.


This brought a smug smirk across Oceana's face.


She actually laughed out loud when Lucas accidentally sipped the dwarven mead; the sound surprisingly deep and echoing for her usually feminine voice. She felt her stomach squeeze with the force of her amusement.


It was an odd sight; a tattooed elf guffawing in a hall full of dwarves and human hybrids and royalty.


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Dorian and Kacel'la quietly bickered for a moment.


"Oceana, my friend, please help me convince Kitten that getting into a drinking contest with dwarves is a bad idea." Dorian pleaded.


"It would be fun." Kacel'la rolled her eyes.


"No, it would end with embarrassment and suffering." The familiar groaned. "Sera is emptying your plate." He suddenly noted, making the elf look down at the little wyvern who had been stuffing its face. Once Sera realized she was being stared at, she looked at everyone with the guiltiest, cutest look an animal could manage.


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Blue eyes filled with mirth, Oceana turned back to Dorian. She raised an eyebrow, a smile still sticking to her lips.


"I thought perhaps someone like you would join in." She chuckled.


Facing Kacel'la she said,


"Donnae let the opinion of some man stop you."


Her smirk curled further.


"If I had let that stop me, I would never have had my first kiss. Or the one after that.... Or the one after that."


The lithe elf winked conspiratorially.


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Don't stress about the mess. By George, that rhymed. Brilliant. Bo smiled, "Makes it easier for us, I guess!" He spoke loudly, his voice booming over the chatter of the dwarves around them, more than loud enough to be heard clearly. He lifted his glass in agreement, and went to take another long drink, but intentionally let the handle slip in his hand so that some spilt on him. In mock surprise, he lifted up his hands and looked down at his shirt, but couldn't help smiling. "Looks like I fit in quite well!" He laughingly yelled over to Svetlana, sending a quick wink to Phaedra and shrugging playfully. He took another quick drink, but managed to spill some over his shoulder again. He leaned over to Phaedra, speaking into her ear, but loud enough for her to hear over the ruckus. "Oh no. It looks like I have..." he paused, dramatically, "...a drinking problem." He forced his mouth shut and pursed his lips, trying to hide a growing grin, but soon smiled widely and laughed to himself, snorting and honking with a goofy smile, content at laughing openly at the joke that only they shared.



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"I play the role of his missing conciousness, while he tries to be my impulse control." Kacel'la chuckled. "His last advice on drinking was true. Got a headache for half a week."


"That's what you get for trying to get a dragon drunk." Dorian shrugged. "And believe me, nothing can stop her, especially not someone's opinion. She would not have left her clan otherwise." He told Oceana


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"No big deal." Valeiah replied and took a bite from her food. She wasn't the most proper person ever, especially while eating. If it hadn't already been obvious. She somehow managed to take bites that should have gotten all over her face, but somehow she kept it all in.


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Phaedra still managed to remain graceful even after nearly everyone had noticed, though the only indication of her embarrassment was her face - completely violet from her neck to the tips of her ears. Still, seeing the mirth in everyone's eyes, she couldn't help but join in on the laughter with a quiet chuckle of her own that was easily drowned out by the noise. She supposed that it couldn't have been helped - trying to understate what had happened was bound to gain notice. She took another swig of the ale to calm her nerves and help her accept the embarrassment a little more easily - as many things become easier to take with a little alcoholic influence - and grinned.

"At least I will have a chance to wash off afterwards." She laughed as she struggled to speak above the roaring voices around them.

Then Bo had spilled his own drink on himself and her eyes widened in shock. What in the world was he doing? This alone was enough to get her laughing, forgetting her own accident. Forgetting everything except this very moment, actually. Her laughter was genuine and, surprisingly, quite loud, ringing clearly among those seated near her.

Just as she had calmed down from that fit of laughter, however, Bo had leaned over and spoke in her ear. She lost it. Phaedra shrieked with laughter, completely and totally tickled by his joke. She held her sides as she laughed and laughed and laughed, feeling like her sides might split if she didnt. Then, came the snorts as she struggled to breathe between her giggles, which inspired her to laugh even harder, which made her snort again - it was a feedback loop of hilarity for Phaedra that she just couldn't escape. It was just so unbelievably funny to her!

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While everyone else were at the table enjoying themselves, Hans, since the beginning knew that he wouldn't quite fit in. They didn't really like him, so he didn't really like them. With a shrug to himself, he thought "fair enough," and slipped into the room, shortly after everyone had packed themselves in. However, knowing that his scrawny body would never be able to fight back the war-toned creatures that laid before him, he simply came up with another route in order to get food. The wonderful, glorious food that he hasn't tasted since... Well, probably about 15 minutes ago- but that doesn't count, it was just jerky.


Crawling as fast as he could on hand and knee after refolding his lab coat in order to carry food while he was in said position, he maneuvered under the table, whipping up a hand every now and again over the sides of the table to snag whatever he could grab. By the time he reached the end of the table, he had obtained a stein, a few utensils, multiple pieces of meat and some other culinary spoils that lay on the trays set out for everyone. His eyes glittering with delight, he, again, slipped off in the corner and quickly sucked and slurped all of his food away within what seemed to be mere minutes.


Filling his stein with the ale that was presented(sneaking over yet again as to not draw attention to himself), his face lit up as he hadn't had a drink like this in decades. Taking a hearty swig from the mug, he closed his eyes and held the liquid to the roof of his mouth, breathing in through his nose as to bring out the flavor. With a soft gulp, he savored the burn of the drink and smacked his lips, looking back down into it, enjoying the punch of flavor that soon came after, making his mouth water all the more. Now that he knew the flavor, he would have no problem drinking the rest of the stein... Or another... Or maybe just one more wouldn't hurt him.


About 5 steins of ale and a ton of leftovers no one appeared to be taking at the table later, Hans was sleepily content off in the corner, drifting happily to sleep with his coat unbuckled to make room for all that he'd downed over the course of the feast. He slowly began to blink his eyes shut, patting his belly thinking how a skinny guy like himself was able to down as much food as he did; stranded in the wilderness or not. He could've sworn he'd wake up with 10 more pounds on him after this, but that was such a trivial matter... And he was so comfortable. So? He simply snuggled up with his stein (after a hiccup or two) and fell sound asleep with a warm smile across his blushed, drunken face.


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Lucas noticed his sister sitting with Hjalmar and Valeiah. He thought it was a good a idea to start a food fight... Or something similar at least. He picked up a roll, and placed a thin slice of meat on it, then aimed and fired. Instead of it hitting his sister as planned, it hit the theif. Hjalmar. Lucas covered his mouth, trying to hide his chuckles and quickly pointed to Oceana, blaming it on her instead.



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Right in front of her eyes, Oceana saw a large-knuckled hand fly up from under the table and snatch a loaf of spiced bread.


What the...?


She stopped smiling, eyes open and observant, nose scrunching in confusion.


It happened again to a pile of meat down the table.


And then again to a tankard.


The dwarf who was drinking it reached out for it, drunken surprise written all over his face; as were several chunks of meat pie.


He simply stole one of his kin's tankards, causing a rowdy scuffle.


The elf rolled her eyes.


Another snatch; this time an entire pie.


She was about to warn Kacel'la and Dorian but then the owner of the hand crawled out from under the table.


It was that strange human with the disgusting smell and odd accent.


"Ugh." The elf muttered in loathing, turning back to the conversation.


The human definitely wasn't a threat; just obnoxious.


And malodorous.


She suddenly saw Prince Lucas gesture at her with a finger.


The elf had no idea what it was about, but judging by the silly smirk on the young royal's face, it couldn't be good.


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"That crazy guy is turning out as an amusement." Dorian noted to Oceana, though he had not turned or did anything that would have been a sign of him noticing the man. "But I guess we are all crazy in this little group, so I can't really criticize."


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Hjalmar was about to answer the princess' question, but just as he opened his mouth, something hit him square in the jaw, slightly knocking him back in his seat. He froze for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. He identified it as food as the roll dropped from his face and into his lap. The meat still sticking to his cheek, he sputtered, "Well, somebody's not enjoying their food." His voice cracked as he tried to control his laughter. He looked around in the direction it had come from, trying to pinpoint the culprit. He noticed Lucas pointing at Oceana and Hjalmar squinted. Challenge accepted.


He scanned the table, trying to find the messiest cuisine he could. He chose a jelly filled pastry, and he shot up from his seat, making it scrape against the floor. His aim was always true, and he had no doubt he could hit her. As long as she didn't dodge it, that is.


He threw his arm back, taking only a couple seconds to adjust his posture, and then with a mighty swing he let it loose.
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Dorian grinned as he saw something sail right towards Oceana's face. Without missing a beat, he quickly liften an empty plate up, letting the pastry splatter against it. Which meant Oceana and he still got hit by a few flying scraps, but at least the elf did not have to suffer the ridiculous fate of probably getting knocked out by a pastry.


"Bullseye." He said as he looked at Hjalmar, an innocent smile on his face.


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Oceana was still busy trying to process why Lucas had been pointing when she heard a chair at the head of the table scrape loudly across the floor. She turned...


Too late.


The jam filled pastry hit the plate instead.


The elf sat frozen for a moment, brain playing catch-up to what just happened.


Dorian lowered the plate from her face to reveal a smirking Hjalmar. Despite the deflection, her temper rose.


Growling deep in her throat she stood slowly, blue eyes narrowed dangerously.


One did not start a food fight with an elven huntress.


She grabbed an entire meat pie and flung it at Hjalmar, the weight of its pan propelling it fast and hard at the thief.


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"Dorian!" Hjalmar groaned in agitation, he ruined his perfect shot, "Why did you--" The words caught in his throat, the elf's retribution swift. There was a whole meat pie flying its way towards him. He yelped and ducked behind the table, covering his head with his hands. But his dodging out of the way meant that Lucasta had nothing standing in between her and the pie.


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Lucasta turned towards the hollering, only to find herself a face full of a meat pie. She wiped the food from her face and blinked, trying to process what just happened. She smiled and started laughing, grabbing her plate full of food and pouring it onto Hjalmar's head.


"That's what you get for dodging out of the way." She giggled.


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"That was exactly what I was trying to avoid. Seriously sweetheart, you need to learn to control your temper." Doria said as he watched the pie get thrown. When he realized it was not going to hit the thief, but the princess, he winced inwardly. Still, he grinned when Hjalmar got almost bathed in food poured on him by Lucasta.


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