[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

Taking the seat, although the parasol was still carefully angled to avoid the inevitably rapid sunburn, Tyaethe shook her head. "I'm not asking because I want to see the picture... we're probably just going to keep it, to be honest. It's not something we can give away or sell off, and breaking the protections on it to get rid of the thing would be a massive pain. Seriously, I've seen flimsier protections on a castle [i]gateway[/i], and that was specifically shored up in times of war. Not that we couldn't if we tried, she's not here to fix it again, but it would be [i]too[/i] much work over a painting..."

Voice trailing off, the girl blinked a few times, trying to get her train of thought back to where it was to start with. Right, the painting wasn't why she was here. "No, I've just been hearing people mention Merilia all morning. That usually means she's dropped [i]something[/i] off here... don't tell me she's sent one of her concubines over? I thought that letter was a [i]joke...[/i]"

The girl gave a blank stare at the colourful mass ahead that was [i]probably[/i] a flowerbed. Or maybe someone had spilled several buckets of paint over a hedge, hell if she could see from here. Were they going to have to deal with some foreign rabbit that didn't speak any of the local languages, at all? That would be a problem.

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