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[Apr. 1st, 2008|02:45 pm] |
Who: Damion and everyone who can conceivably be there.
Where: Damion's home
When: The afternoon of April 1
The whole thing had actually been Alainna's idea. Something about a spring afternoon garden party with practically public invitations. She'd lit up at the thought of planning such a thing and Damion hadn't cared to refuse her. It kept her distracted, anyway, which was preferable for him for now. And she seemed keen on inviting not only the sort of people they normally socialized with, but anyone she'd ever even briefly met. And most certainly she wanted those of her kind among them.
That was likely her consolation to Damion for humoring her with the party.
And it might actually manage to take his mind off his concerns of late. Off the fact that there seemed to be some other player in his game, on his turf. Someone involving themselves far too closely with the people he had taken a particular interest in. And the oracle-child could (would?) tell him nothing.
Better to play the charming host for a few hours, watch his wife smile, and possibly get a few hooks into a few new people.
At least Donovan seemed to be coming along nicely. And Matheson, if he could learn to keep a reign on his temper. Among others. |
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