Zephyr Bacchinnal - RPLOG

Participants

• Fenris
• Hreit
• Melinda
• Vetu

Date

25/9/2021

Log

It is a fine day in the beginning of Autumn. Not too hot and not too cold and the sun is shining on Fairhaven. There is a bit of a gathering here.

A number of people, mutants and otherwise are gathered in the Zephyr parking lot where a satyr, obviously drunk beyond any reasonable limits, is handing out togas, laurel crowns, and most importantly, wine.

"Step right up!" he slurs, "Gotta, *erp* gotta have yer toga! S'important. Fer dresses. Code dresses. 'Er sommat." He sways a bit on his feet, but continues to pass out robes. "An' I'm gonna need some volum- vlmun- some people who wanna do somethin' extra."

Vetu would land in the area, proud and green, but now wet behind his earholes. He is a large quadrupedal dragon with his son, Sakhu, water dragon as his entourage. After a brief look over the area he moves on to the speaking creature and asks "good sir, do you have togas in dragon sizes? I'd like two. Oh and I'm here for that extra work. We both are."

Gliding down to the ground, Melinda lands a good two or three buildings length away, walking on foot the rest of the way. When she gets closer towards other people, she starts to undo her combat gauntlets and smiles at those present, her wings folding in against herself. Stepping over towards the satyr, she has an amused look on her face as she takes up a toga and looks it over, stepping out of the way after. "Extra work, you say?"

Hreit is alone. Just alone. Trudging along, a note in her hand, seeing a gathering as she sort of expected. Shovel at her back and ears stood tall as she flicks one ear. A distinct 'ping' noise set about announcing her arrival. Finally approaching she raises a hand, stating a follow up of. "Just one here. I got the invitation." After the large dragon asked for two.

The Satyr, Richard grins and waves Vetu, Hreit, and Melinda over. "I got all the sizes!" he slurs, leaning in conspiratorially and hissing a loud stage whisper, "S'just a buncha bed sheets, really! SHH! Don't tell."

He hands over some mostly clean sheets to Vetu and his kid, then to the others.

"Yup!" he says, staggering a little as he hefts up a crate full of corked wine bottles, "I just need you'll, yale, uh, y'all to take these up to some of the scime- sooen- some of those smart guys up on the third floor." The satyr squints at a tag on the crate. "Gotta give it to some fella names Elias Thomas," he says, heaving the crate into Hreit's arms. "There you go, cutie," he sways, "Don't go sampling any though. Fer the eggheads special." He hands out individual bottles of wine for personal sampling.

"Everybody ready?" he calls out to the group at large, adjusting his own toga, too short to cover anything at all, and his laurel crown.

Vetu looks at Sakhu, then at his companions. "Are we simply asked to take some 'crates' of booze up the stairs? Is that it? I have my gun ready, claws sharpened, ready for some true adventure. But this?" he growls, but Sakhu doesn't care and grabs the crate, already moving to the designated area. "Don't worry pa this will be easy money at least. Just three floors, so easy money, come on!" he assbumps his pa and moves to enter the building shown. "You coming?" he shouts to the others.

Melinda covers her mouth as she giggles at the inebriated speech. When there's sheets handed over. She shrugs and puts one on, as best she can, amidst wings, then looks towards the bottle as it's handed over. She eyes it a little suspiciously, but then adjusts her things so she has her combat gauntlets available if she needs. A small smirk crosses her face at hearing Vetu complain. "Also, before I forget my manners, friends, my name is Melinda." She offers a wave towards all of those around before moving on to, assumingly, follow whoever else is making their way to the building.

It was hardly a problem. She could just, and.. And there. Vwoila, wear her shovel low, adjust her axe and tie it's peace knot. Slide on a 'sheet'. Only to "OOF.." As a crate is smacked into her arms she barely managed to catch at all. Pointed ears keeping it raised a bit, requiring more of an overhand as she twitched. Not exactly the most comfortable for husky ears. Oh well. Can spend a week in the forest with nothing but a shovel, can do this easy.. About time she stopped being a useless chump anyways. "Yeah, yeah. Let's go." All of her eyes watching for anything extra odd, avoiding the extra samples herself. She trodded with a weighted step onwards, but slower than the rest.

There is a general murmur of hesitant approval, since there has not really been much of an explanation so far.

The crowd wanders across the parking lot, following Richard, who staggers forward into the Zephyr lobby with the togaed mob shuffling in behind him.

Zephyr security eyes the large group warily, but since no one seems overtly hostile, they stay at their posts. Richard turns and seems to suddenly notice the others for the first time. "What're you all doing he-" he starts drunkenly, then his wine soaked brain catches up. "Oh yeah! There was something I was sposed to say!" The satyr looks around, his brow furrowed in concentration, then he brightens up, clears his throat and roars:

"BACCHANNAL!"

Sakhu stops and putting his crate down he is promptly followed by Vetu who observes the drunken satyr with worried expression. At their exclamation he just whinces. "Errm" he says turning his head back only to finally realize he didn't introduce himself. Silly dragon. "Pardon me" he says as he puts the crate down and adds "I'm Vetu, this is my son Sakhu, well in his third clutch so don't worry. He's cool. Anyone knows what's that thing Richard just exclaimed? I'm not versed in Satyre".

"Couldn't even wait until the third floor then?" Melinda smirks, but glancing towards Hreit and the slower pace along the way, she walks over to offer an assist. On her way over to offer that help, she calls out towards Sakhu. "In short, a party." Then she smiles and turns her attention back to Hreit, "I'll help you with the box if you'd like or need. I've got a little muscle power, at least." She offers a wink to the husky'esque woman before even slipping the individual bottle handed to her within a makeshift spot between body and sheet.

Hreit let out a singular chuffing laugh. Maybe studying lately had been worthwhile. As she shouted it too, eyes half closed with the call going up. "Bacchannal!" She doesn't seem to really notice the offer of help. Ears listening behind her. But instead a simple and quiet "no thank you." is offered, as she didn't stop like the others. Merely holding up a bottle right to one of the guards with a toothy smile. "Make merry."

Some of the crowd is as dumbfounded as poor Sakhu, but enough of them get the reference that the party launches into full swing almost immediately. It hardly seems like there was any point to distributing togas, since many of them fly off with almost no provocation. Wine flows freely, the satyr provided bottles seeming to hold far more liquid than they should.

Most of the guards look particularly uneasy, but none seem particularly willing to step in to interfere. The guard Hreit addresses gives her a hard look, then something goes fuzzy behind his eyes.

"Make merry?" he asks, taking the bottle. He looks at it for a second, hesitating, then takes a swig before laughing loudly and stripping off his helmet. "Bacchannal!" he calls out, joining in the wild party and leaving the stairs clear.

Vetu looks at the satyr and merry crow with a gaze that says 'let's gtfo as quick as we can'. "I think we best avoid that dirnk. I know satyrs tend to enjoy themselves quite more then it's necessary, plus who knows what they put in those drinks? Hreit, you know it, what's this Bacchannal? Someone's name or some friend they greet?" he looks around for someone they might have called. "I can help you carry those bottles if you need" he offers as he easily handles the single crate he has, and so does Sakhu. Sakhu meanwhile was already thumping his tail on the staircase impatiently. "You coming or joining the feast?" he shouts to everyone else.

"As you wish", it's offered pleasantly enough back to Hreit before Melinda goes to pull the bottle back out from her spot, ready with it. Being close enough to the exchange herself, she raises a brow when the guard fogs over, it seems, and goes to start joining the party. "Convenient." She glances over towards the satyr that had them offering them to come help in the first place. Vetu seems still be questioning some things, and so she raises a brow. "Hmm." She hums softly after the question of Bacchannal was already answered by two people. But now that the stairs are clear, she opts to start heading up. "Two to go, it seems."

Hreit was silent and slow, relaxed, with noise behind her and near silence ahead. Why wouldn't she be? Strolling past with a smile on her face, past the one who deemed they knew her, and past the impatient one with as slow an unending walk as ever. There were no worries, only. "Bacchanal!" Though after the yell there was a smaller chittering laugh of "Bacchus." Stepping inside with not a thought of threat. No, she hadn't expected that response to the guard. But no need to make a big deal. It was only natural. Everything was fine. She pulled a bottle from... somewhere. Using it to replace the one she'd used. This one filled with a more braccish alcohol though. Molotov cocktails come from alcohol though, now don't they? Not that the fuel was added, though.

The other guards on the first floor, along with the mutants, agents, and Zephyr employees are all gradually joining in on the reckless revelry as the small group heads up the stairs.

Up a flight of stairs, it is relatively quiet. Perhaps the office workers here are used to strange sounds wafting up the stairwell. It looks like the coast is clear to keep heading upstairs.

The molotov does not match the bottles in the crate at all. It looks like a hobo who wandered into the Ritz. Comfortable, but out of place.

Vetu would take this oportune time to sneak his head in the place which used to be guarded by the guards. He takes two minutes to check if there's something interesting while Sakhu scales the stairs up, slowly but surely.

Up the stairs they go. Personally musing on how the second floor was not only quiet, but seemed to be much more lax on the security compared aside, Melinda thought it might be nice to have one of those bottles that were handed out handy, and thus gets her own ready in case another offer is needed to get to the 'eggheads' that the satyr asked them to deliver said wine to is needed. She hums softly to herself a couple times, quiet, but audible, in a somewhat high pitched pleasant tune.

The bottle isn't meant to match. It's meant to distract. Just in case. What are the guarantees the same trick would work twice after all, right? Offices could get messy if it got loud. Hreit's heart rate was up, a lot. So she slowed down, and stopped. Leaning against a wall to relax, and wait for everyone else, steady her own crate in her arms. Was starting to feel kinda heavy like this..

The patch of wall the guard vacated has little of interest. The second floor is similarly uninteresting. At least here in the hallway. It is probably unguarded because the interesting stuff is all behind closed doors. Zephyr security has never really been accused of being lax.

The stairwell to the third floor stands open.

The sounds of revelry from below grow louder. Sounds like the party might be spreading.

As Vlaj poked his head out of the office he notices Hreit panting and moving close to her he offers "Can I carry the crate for you? You can hop on my back if you want, it's just three stories and it's no weight for me. I just need to be careful not to break all the lights with my head. It's a bit squishy for me and Sakhu's sizes. Sakhu waits for otehrs at the third floor already, now inspecting the bottle out of boredom.

Was also already at the third floor, and thought with everyone else, but regardless, they all make their way up there together anyway, so Melinda curiously peruses for these people that they were asked to bring the drink to in the first place.

The bottle in Vetu's hand is a fine, dark glass bottle with a gold filgareed stamp on a parchment lable that reads Vin de Bacchus. It is full of fine, dark liquid full of the promise of pleasure and a delicious taste. It would be so good to drink it. And to share it with others. And to share all sorts of other fluids with others.

Vatu finds himself suddenly and inexplicably aroused. And with a claw pinched over the cork before he realizes what he is doing.

The third floor is similar to the second floor, though there are a pair of guards stationed in front of a glass door marked NANITE LAB.

"I-i've got it. Just making sure you don't get left downstairs. The offer is kind though." Was she lying? It is hard to tell. Leaning off of the wall to follow after Melinda, who had gone on ahead now. She'd managed to recover herself(and her wits, her panting wasn't exhaustion or show). Third floor, here we come. .. what was the name now? Something starting with an E. Elise? No. No idea about the last name. Elias. That's all she had.

As Hreit leaves the second floor behind, she catches sight of curious heads peeking out of doors and her last sight is a pair of wild-eyed revelers laughing as they race up from the first floor. The collection of twelve- now eleven wine bottles rattle in the crate.

Vetu would watch the bottle, his head pondering, should he drink it, should he not? His claws already at the cork. *pop* it almost seemed like it opened up on its own. He would only take a sip. He sipped, once, twice. Then put the bottle away, shaking his head as the merriment begun to flow through his body. "Hey guys you should try this one!" he shouts as he runs up, feeling all tingly and very merry all of a sudden.

Watching the much larger being suddenly coming up and talking about how the drink seemed good, and hearing the excitement in the voice.... well... Melinda supposed it was a foolish idea to come along further after the partying started, but it was still interesting. That being said, she's not looking forward to be drug into anything she doesn't want to be. The bottle she had was placed down upon the ground, and she starts to look around to any potential windows to fly out of in the event the doorway stairs back down were blocked. "Just let us not forget we are here to let the 'eggheads', I believe it was, join in the festivities?" Finishing the mission? Attempting to divert attention? Maybe both?

"Elias." Hreit stated bluntly. No explanation of what that meant. Her heart was beating faster, and harder. Seeing one of the dragons barging back up after them again raving about the drink. She could see feel hear something wrong. And about dropped the crate. But turned her head. "Can't be too hard, eh?" Her voice quivered, giving away her state of mild panic. She wished Ehril was here.. She started to walk towards the guard.. then stopped. "Here. Why don't you go share the festivities? huh?" She turned offering the crate to Vetu. Kind of wondering where the younger dragon had gone.

The guards look up from where they have been lounging by the door and one of them starts moving toward the stairs.

Vetu is amazed by how attractive everyone is right now and how good they would look between his legs. And how good that wine was.

Vetu stands at the door and shaking his head he looks from Hreit and Elias, then back at Hreit as he says to both "well, ladies you should really try this wine, it's something else. I was hesitant but just a sip or two and all the world is waay more attractive right now. I was right, they must have dipped some drugs in them because you're looking .. mmm so beautiful" his paws move around Hreit's neck as his other paw strokes her chin. Sakhu shakes his head and says "come on, get this thing done before pa makes us all pregnant ... again". He wasn't against it, but orders were orders after all.

Melinda furrows her brows as she sees Hreit's neck being grabbed. Almost on instinct, she starts to instinctually reach for her combat gauntlets, but then, the words from the other being makes her frown even more so. "Well." Still standing near the bottle she had put down, she motions towards it as she addresses the guard heading their way. "Hello, sir." She suddenly goes into a military stance and gives a salute, then motions towards the bottle near her feet as well as the crates. "We bring tidings in form of drink for the scientists." Then she's glancing over towards Vetu. "You know, at this point, it's likely the ones partaking downstairs are more likely to just bring you in, rather than having a hand around the neck. At least it might look less hostile towards our guard here."

Hreit's face blanked, her quivering stopped. Stepping backwards as Vetu's paws missed, slapping the floor. "Leave me alone." Her voice peaked as she spoke.. Showing distress at the attempt to grab at her. "I have to deliver these! They aren't for you. They're for-" oh, there's a guard right... This was possibly very good or very bad. Hreit didn't refer to the guard at all. Just taking another step back away from Vetu in case he grabbed for her again. Let what happens will.. It wasn't her play right now.

The guard frowns at the group and at the bottle on the ground. "No drinking on the clock," he growls, "I'm going to have to ask you all to move along. This area is not open to the public."

He looks between Hreit and Vetu. "Do you need some help, miss?" he asks, reaching for a stun baton at his waist.

Vetu takes a step back from Hreit with "sorry". Then he shakes his head and addressing the guard he says "I'm sorry good sir, errm we were asked as my colleague Melinda said to deliver these bottles to celebrate the occasion for celebration that is going on outside. Surely you must hear what's going on. A patron that seems to organize this event had an idea to help those hard-working scientists to ease up on their work and join the merriment. Surely you must understand that working too hard, juust like you do is surely back for your health. Don't you agree?" Vetu asks as he offers the bottle to the guardsman. "This is one of those drinks. You can inspect it your self officer. It tastes good. Just a sip". Meanwhile as the guard is occupied, sakhu makes slow steps towards the glass door and opens them up, hoping to sneak in unnoticed.

Melinda didn't notice Sakhu, but she didn't need to. If anything it likely made it better. Seeming more relieved that Vetu let Hreit go, she keeps her spot and looks towards Hreit, furrowing her brows, but giving a once over to see how she's handling the situation post space given again.

Hreit just sort of shook in place. Almost seeming to vibrate as she tried to get her head on straight. "I'll be fine!" That was off. Sounded like she wasn't talking to the guard somehow. Her ears flipping around. But settling slowly with the space given. She just stood in place, letting everyone else do the talking. She, wasn't good at that sort of stuff. Though she looked past to see Sakhu, sneaking back, past the guard. Though she pretended not to notice. "Just.. Don't grab me.."

The guard looks suspiciously at Vetu, but that same fuzzy look crosses his features as the bottle is wafted under his nose. He takes the bottle from the dragon and swigs it before turning a dazed and dreamy look at Vetu. "Dude," he drawls, "You are so hot right now..."

The other guard is watching Sekhu approach, suspicion evident on his face. "Sir," he says holding up a hand, "This lab is off limits. I must ask you to leave."

Meanwhile, the raucous sounds of drunken revelry begin to float up the stairs. Sounds like a two floor party now!

Vetu gives the guard a wide smile. "I have a better option for you" he says to the guard, putting his paws on their hips. He turns the guardsman 180deg and points at their companion "look at your companion, he doesn't want to have fun. I'm sure you can convince him with that bottle I gave you now can you?" he asks as his left paw strokes along the male's chest and abdomen, almost inside the guard's pants. Then he pushes the guard forward, towards the other guardsmen. Sakhu holds position, not saying anything, not moving.

Melinda watches Vetu do his thing and between that, the two guards, and the noises getting louder, it's a matter of time before that party comes up to this floor, especially now that the 'infection' is rolling its way to this floor already. She walks over to, but stops a few feet from Hreit. "Hi." She tries to offer, softly. "Do you want to try to make our way out of here? I have a feeling it's about to get a bit more uncomfortable for us very quickly here. I can glide us down from a window as a last resort?"

The affected guard nods, moaning a little at Vetu's touch, then he staggers toward the other guard, tearing off his helmet as he goes.

"Kowalski? What the he-" the second guard is interrupted as his partner locks lips in a passionate kiss!

The door to the lab now stands unguarded! Though down the hall another door opens. A heaviset human man steps out and looks around with a frown on his face.

"What is going on out here?" he asks loudly, "Don't you know that SOME of us have work to do!?"

Hreit was kind of at a loss, standing there, holding the crate.. hurried to get past Vetu and nearer to Melinda, giving an earnest nod. The larger the party downstairs. The less comfortable Hreit was getting along with it. Like a creeping for that terrified her. Even settled around Vetu and the guards now.

Melinda frowns for a brief second, but letting that fade, she turns it into a large, warm smile and moves a hand out to press gently to the box that Hreit still holds. "Well, how about we put this down, then, okay? That's what we're here to deliver, right? Then I'll get us both out of here, but I'll have to take a hold of you when we go. Is that okay?"

Vetu moves past the two preoccupied guards and following Sakhu he enters the glass door and shouts "Gentlemen, your work today is over. It's festival season and we were told to bring you this crate and bottles before the festive procession arrives. You can probably hear them below us already. So, please. Each of you grab one bottle, give it a sip and join them." Sakhu would move to grab Hreit's box with "I will give this to them". Then puts the box on the table and with Vetu start to give to each desk a bottle. Vetu and Sakhu then exit the glass door and wait to see if their plan worked, careful to notice if the festive parade moves through the stair or not. He liked his state but those ladies must be taken care of first. And they both can fly them down easily.

A group of five people, four human men and one woman, all in lab coats look up from what appears to be a three dimensional projection. "Excuse me?" says one of the men, moving forward to stand between the dragons and the projector or worktable or whatever it is. He looks warily at the crate of bottles on the side table. "Who are these from?"

Out in the hallway, the man in the suit starts stomping down the hall. "Hey!" he calls out angrily, "You are not allowed in there! Guards! Guards stop them!"

When the guards don't respond, too busy tearing each other's body armor off, he reaches for a cell phone at his belt...

Hreit was uncomfortable, not stupid.. So whereas she could have stood still and done nothing. With the guy's attention elsewheres, she snatched it from his hands as if it was hers. Already a good four steps back away with it. "Thanks, I needed one of these. Someone shot mine." It was the standard model, so in like one second flat she cleared it's data. Tossing a broken one behind her that's covered in mud, with a bullet still lodged smushed into it's front. Her old one. "Ohh better connection!" With something to focus on, she was doing a lot better.

Melinda raises a brow at the sudden mood change and action of Hreit. Noticing the shaking before and the way the woman had held onto the box still, she was simply attempting to calm her and not seem aggressive like Vetu had *seemed* to be before he backed off. Seems those attempts were no longer needed, but she wasn't any more comfortable herself, so she sighs and turns to make her way towards a window. "Well I think anyone who doesn't want caught up in a stampeding Orgy find a way out, then."

Vetu makes his was away from those glass doors and with Sakhu they move close to Melinda. "Should we jump out rather then wait for them to swarm us? I think I wouldn't mind some good fuck but hearing how many they are, I'm find with not being pregnant really." He looks towards Hreit and asks "can I carry you down?".

"Wait calls the scientist after Vetu and his son, "What is all of this?" He does not follow into the hallway and looks at the crate that was delivered.

Hreit's fancy shovelwork lands her a new cell to attach to her com system and the exec stands there, mouth opening and closing like a fish. "How?" he starts to ask, when his eyes are drawn to the stairwell.

From that same stairwell a writhing, cheering, singing mass of humans, mutants, and booze erupts on to the scene. People of every description and in all states of dress and reckless revelry chase and frolic into the area, all brought together by the common denominator of strong, satyr made wine!

"I have no idea!" Hreit actually answered the executive's gaping as she stowed away the device. Although she did hurry back. Rushing near the window. If it wasn't large enough.. She could make it so. "I don't care. I just don'twannabeherepleasegetmeoutbeforesomethingbadhappens." She rambled wildly, trembling, pitch black eyes staring going a bit wild.

Melinda raised a brow at the dragon pair. She had been walking towards the window already, so just nodded. "Yes, that was the intention." And as the woman is rushing over, she raises her brows. She worries at her lip and quickens her pace to grasp one arm on Hreit while nodding towards Vetu. "Help me or get her, whatever, but no more talk." And with those words, she stops talking. It was up to Vetu to do whatever was needed, but she was prepared to grab onto Hreit herself fully to unknowingly .... fall down, not being able to discern the woman's actual weight by looking at her, but at the moment, it seemed like a better fate to go that way than be overun by the revelers. In for a penny in for a pound and all that.

Vetu would nod and shouting "clear the window!" he moves the two women with his body a safe distance away. He already saw what his son was charging for. *CRASH* and Sakhu simply rips open the windows. "On my back, NOW" shouts Vetu to Melinda as Hreit would probably be able to fly down herself. The festival crew was just laying its multitude of eyes on them.

The executive is swallowed up by the drunken sex addled crowd. The last the group sees of him as the rush away is a pair of nymphs stripping off his expensive suit.

The door to the nanite lab stays firmly shut. The window path is now wide open, though shouts from the Bacchannalian revelers call for the party to stay and join them.

Hreit didn't really question. Climbing up Vetu's flank as she made sure everything was secure and merely held on.. She was shaking, fully on. On the edge of full on panic as the magically induced revelry caught up with them. Even as it had it's hold on the dragon. It was either, He got her out. Or something ended up on fire.

Melinda let Hreit's arm go once she was up on the dragon. Sighing in relief of the freedom, she did"t wait. Climbing up onto the third story window edge, she leaps off and her wings stretch out and flap as she does a little dropping glide until she flies back up and attempts to start to circle around to make sure that everyone fully escapes, herself included, hopefully.

Vetu waited not a second longer as he felt them touching his tail and trying to persuade him to stay. Even his slit started to part as his arousal was starting to get better of him. But he made his way with a short hop, letting Hreit dismount him. He was looking for the main saty who gave them the quest now. "We should get that satyr and get payed before this whole place is turned into sodoma gomorrah. Will you stay or leave afterwards ladies?". He attempted to hide his growing arousal, but it was quite futile and his twin cocks would keep growing slowly between his legs.

Richard, surprisingly, is not hard to find. The satyr is completely passed out just outside of the front door. He has an amphora of wine under his arm and a little sign draped around his neck that says "Payment Sent" that is definitely not in his own handwriting.

Melinda lands and gets to the area the three of them had found the sleeping Richard. She sees the note around the neck and stares angrily at the man. She wasn't really all that threatening, but her chest rises and falls as she starts strapping on her combat gauntlets, a bit of daggers in her eyes as she does so, though she stays.... several feet away from his position for a moment. "If you were awake, I would be giving you quite the talking to!"

The moment Vetu landed, Hreit was off his back. Darting a number of steps away to stop. Burning just a bit of the pent up energy that was about turning her to panic. though she stopped, to look up. A sigh and a low growl at the back of her throat. She stopped and turned. Raising a hand. "Sorry for any problems."

Melinda narrows her eyes towards the satyr after Hreit speaks. "It wasn't a problem. Not from you, at least." She snorts, then finally calms herself and looks towards Hreit. "Albeit it a missio.... sort of... it was nice to meet you, and I was just glad that we all got out in the better. I'm off to do some of my own rounds. I think I need to blow off some steam before I start beating up on a sleeping person." And with that, SHE FLIES!

Vetu would wingwave at Melinda and speaking to Hreit "I'll join the festivities for a while. You take care, it was nice meeting you". Then his son departed as Vetu joined the party until next morning. He was left happy and still knotted in some centauress when the morning light woke both up. They went for another round and then departed.