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Chrysannia sat with her legs folded beside her while her hands rested softly in the lap of her white dress. She watched as the Celerrond chaperone placed the wicker basket down before Jarae and herself. Unnaturally Chrys was slightly hungry for this time of the brightening, it was just after high watch and her stomach had given an uncouth gurgle while they walk. Perhaps that was the reason why they were waiting to eat, Jarae might have noticed and called the stop.
"For today we have strawberries, pears and honey wine all chilled on ice." The lord explained as he lifted the lid of the basket to reveal the contents within. The fruit was perfectly preserved within the icy coolness of the basket as was the wine, a favorite of Chrysannia herself.
"Jarae, you made one of your house mages preserve the ice for this meal? Why when you know perfectly well how long it takes a mage to attain clara and to cast a spell succesfully." Chastising him for his waste of his mages energies. All knew that some strange pale had fallen over Syl'rosya making it almost impossible for mages, no matter the level, to attain clara and cast. Such a blatant waste to Chrys was not so to Jarae and she was not impressed.
"Don't be so dour my love. It isn't like the mages around here do anything all that usefull. They are never called into battle these days and just sit around in libraries collecting dust like the books they read." The elflord was not the biggest fan of mages, not that any true soldier was. He had no real purpose for them and only kept a few on staff for there very few usefull purposes.
"The mages do more then you think dear. If it was not for the druids our city would be absolutely blistering, far more then it already is. They keep the plants from withering in the intense heat, with great discomfort to themselves as many pass out from their exertions. Just don't make it a habit to do this while we wait for an answer to be found for this, blight." Allowing her partner to place a strawberry in her mouth she chewed slowly, letting the sweetness flow down her throat.
"Delectible."
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