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Daniel Christopher Morgan ☀ Morgaine Le Fay (tothenunnery) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2016-11-03 10:22:00

Entry tags:

!au, !fairytale, alexander yates, alexandra turner, andy lang, beckett samuels, bren gallagher, catalina reyes, daniel morgan, david ryan, eligio serafini, ellie morgan, etienne norbert, finley melville, freddie morgan, garrett landry, hannah ryan, irving midgley, juno melville, krista landry, liam walker, raegan mallory, sabrina shipton, scott morgan, sean riesling, shannon andrews, vincent dilaurentis, zane rosen

Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE; people of royal, noble, and poor birth alike. Only known villains weren’t expressly invited, otherwise the ball is open for everyone to attend, or attempt to crash
What: A royal ball
Where: The kingdom of Camelot, in the land of Fairytales
When: Early to late evening, feel free to time jump around in your own subthreads
Warnings: Let’s keep it to PG-13, for the sake of fairytale fluff

Camelot had always been the largest kingdom in any land, both in its sheer size and its many riches. Since it’s inception, the land of Camelot had always thrived, as if the very ground it covered had been blessed by magic. Most people in Camelot believed that it actually was, since everything that ever grew out of the ground only flourished, and most stories and legends originally came out of their kingdom. They never had droughts or famines, the people of Camelot never went hungry, even those of common birth. The ruling monarch always managed to find a way to send aid to those in need, including to many outside of Camelot’s borders, when they had the extra resources, and they often did. The kingdom was a happy one, for the most part, though no kingdom was perfect, even a great one like Camelot. Of course there were still always some problems, no matter how plentiful the land was or how generous your king, but the generosity and near mythical quality of the kingdom helped to set it apart from the rest.

Among the believers of magic in the land, there were also people in Camelot who thought that there was some kind of mysterious, mystical force that protected the kingdom's land and the lake that ran through it, as well as Camelot castle itself. What some people didn’t know was that it was actually true, to some extent, and that in the middle of the lake was a veiled island called Avalon, a place of great power that was also tied directly to the Morgan family’s long and legendary history. Ages ago, there had been a sword in a stone, and the once future king of Camelot had pulled the sword out of its resting place. Since then, the royal line had always been of Morgan blood; a family of knights, heroes, and kings of legend. The sword itself was passed down through the men in the family, each having to pass the test of pulling it back out of the stone, in order to prove their worth to rule the kingdom of Camelot, and then that sword was theirs throughout their (hopefully) long and happy reign until it was time to return it to its resting place. For as long as there had been magic in these lands, there had been Camelot, and for as long as there had been Camelot, there had been the Morgans.

Everyone knew the stories of the Morgan family, the sword in the stone, and King Daniel's story in particular. How Daniel had been placed under a sleeping curse by a powerful sorceress before he could pull the sword from the stone and take his rightful place as king. Years had passed before he was finally woken up by true love's kiss, and it had been the kiss of a commoner that had done it, not from a princess or another prince, or even a noble, as most people had expected. Zane Rosen had woken Daniel from his curse and just like every other Morgan king before him, he fulfilled the prophecy he and every Morgan male was born into and pulled the sword from the stone, taking his rightful place as king once the dragon was slain and the kingdom was secure again. Since then, his rule had been as happy and as fruitful as all the others, made all the more so by the fact that he had Zane at his side, and all of Daniel's years as king had been filled with immense joy and happiness that seemed to touch the entire kingdom, and not just the happy two.

Camelot castle in itself was a thing to behold. Of course it was exceptionally grand just in size, with countless rooms to wander through and decadent furniture and trimmings throughout the interior and exterior of the palace. There was a vast courtyard outside of it with a large stone fountain, numerous stables for the horses, and many high turrets from which to look out of for a spectacular view of the kingdom. The ballroom itself where the party was being held was one of the biggest rooms in the castle, lit by chandeliers and candlelight, banquet tables of food and wine, as well as a group of hired musicians in the corner to play music for the people who wished to dance all night. There was also a pair of double doors that led out to a balcony, and a throne positioned at the other end of the ballroom for when King Daniel and Zane wished to sit and observe the festivities, as well as comfortable sofas and cushioned chairs for any guests who might wish to sit and rest their feet for awhile.

Unlike balls held by Camelot in the past, this one was unique, for one reason in particular. It was an open invitation to everyone, both of royal and noble birth and commoner alike, and that invitation extended beyond Camelot’s borders to other lands. That idea had technically been Freddie’s, who had seemed suspiciously eager when he’d asked Daniel about it, but Daniel had welcomed the idea wholeheartedly. It was the perfect way to celebrate Camelot this year, as well as the anniversary of his and Zane’s love, by opening up the celebrations to anyone who wished to attend. Camelot was about extending the hand of friendship, after all, and what better way to do that then to have a ball where any and all could attend if they wanted. It wouldn’t be the end of everyone’s problems, of course, especially for those who were still in the midst of wars, but maybe it was a start. Something that could even help bring people together. Daniel could hope that it might still be the start of something. Tonight, as the gates of Camelot opened for the first of its arrivals, that’s what this all felt like. The start of something great.

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Irving/Krista/OPEN

poormadgirl
2016-11-07 01:20 pm UTC (link)

Krista had never seen so many well dressed people in her life. Walking into Camelot's grand ballroom tonight had felt a little like walking into one of her dreams; where everyone was in fancy dresses and suits, including Krista, and no one treated her like a servant girl. Where there were chandeliers and rooms lit by glowing candlelight, tables full of food more rich than Krista had ever seen for herself, the place packed with people who were laughing and dancing in their glamorous clothing. In her dreams, she and Garrett were those people too.

Once upon a time, she and Garrett had been people who would have been counted as nobles. They still should have been, if it weren't for the fact that both of their parents were dead and their step-mother treated them like household servants. It wasn't that Krista actually minded the earnest, hard work of keeping up a house. She didn't mind it, most days, unless their step-mother was being particularly cruel. It was their parents that she missed, the happy family they all had been, and their old house by the ocean. Krista missed the ocean almost as much as she missed her mother and father, and she never got to see it here.

Most of her days were filled with chores. Endless amounts of chores from the usual sort of things one might expect someone to do to keep a house, and some that their step-mother would decide to make up on a whim if she felt like she hadn't given them quite enough to do that day. Krista spent most of her days in rags and covered in dirt, so when the prospect of actually attending this ball got put in front of them, she was determined to make it happen for her and Garrett, no matter what their step-mother said. Krista had taught herself how to sew over the years, so for a week straight, she'd stayed up almost every night after chores, sewing until the early hours of the morning, making a dress and a suit for her and Garrett to wear to the ball in case they were able to go.

The dress she'd made for herself had still been fairly modest, in comparison to some of the lavish gowns that the women at this ball were wearing, but Krista was too mesmerized by everything to really notice. Her dress was a shade of blue like the ocean, made of sequins, silk and bits of lace that she'd smuggled from various scraps of clothes that had been made for their step-sisters which had typically been spurned later. Walking into the ball, Krista had felt unsure of herself, fidgeting with the sides of her dress as she looked around at the life that had been meant for her. Then Garrett had gone off somewhere, and Krista had spotted her horrible step-sister Catalina, so Krista ducked to avoid her gaze, moving over to a corner of the room where she almost bumped into a man with a glass of wine. Looking closer, Krista noticed that he was a little... wet. "Sir, did you know that you're dripping?"

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Re: Irving/Krista/OPEN

makemeangry
2016-11-11 11:12 pm UTC (link)

It shouldn't have surprised Irv, really, that someone had pointed it out. He was making a bit of a puddle on the floor, he supposed. It would clean up. It was just water, even if it was water from a magical lake. Still, he looked down at the water dripping from his sleeves as if he were surprised by it, when the girl asked if he knew. "I'm afraid I got a bit of a soaking." To put it mildly. That sort of thing happened, when one lived in a lake. He wasn't going to tell her that, though. He was well-acquainted enough with what was normal to know that people typically did not live in lakes.

The girl didn't look familiar, not that she ought to have. Unless she was some sort of hero, or the fair maiden to be rescued by one. It was another hazard of living in a magical lake, that, there wasn't all that much time to spend in conversation with the more 'normal' people in the world. Irv thought, sometimes, that he ought to fix that. Heroes could be found in the most unexpected places, after all, and even the Morgans had been nobody of note once, before the sword and the stone and Irv's own humble contribution to the tale. He'd gotten complacent, he thought, letting them come to him, when they knew that he was there. Picking and choosing who to help, when they did turn up, trying to get a measure of the sort of person that they were before he made his decision, let them go with their grand destiny a certainty, or doomed to do it the hard way, if they made it at all.

It wasn't as if Irv liked turning any of them away, of course, but there were rules to this sort of thing. Blessings had to be earned, though not by any sort of grand feat of strength, necessarily. Sometimes, being kind was more than enough. There were all sorts of ways to be worthy of the sort of favors that Irving could grant. Would love to grant everyone, really, but there was only so much that he could do, for trying to twist the rules of nature to give help where it wasn't merited. That was how he'd ended up as he was, after all. A punishment for his arrogance. For thinking that he knew better than the forces that guided him, that told him this one, but not that, her, but not him. He wasn't looking now, of course. There were far too many people about, to allow himself to be guided to which ones deserved a bit of a nudge, and which ones didn't. It would be... overwhelming. He was a bit afraid to test himself, and the monster, by opening himself up to it.

Still, there was something about the girl. She was dressed as if she belonged in a lake, or some body of water at least, even more than he did. He rather liked it. It felt like a bit of home, there in the crowded ballroom. "I thought I'd dry out eventually, no sense in making a fuss of it." Except, of course, that it did make him stand out, something he had been trying his best not to do. He really was out of practice with the world, not to have thought of that before he'd made his decision to not seek out dry clothing for the ball. Ah well, he'd do better next time. If there was a next time, of course.

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Re: Irving/Krista/OPEN

poormadgirl
2016-11-17 03:32 pm UTC (link)

The casual manner in which he was clearly acknowledging his awareness to the current state of him was so bizarre that Krista almost laughed. She didn't, just in case that somehow ended up offending him, but her mouth did quirk up into a brief smile as she cocked her head. What a strange man, who came to a royal ball dripping wet and seemed entirely unconcerned with it. Strange, but strange wasn't something that bothered her. It wasn't as if Krista was any less of a strange fixture in this place, no matter what she and Garrett could have been had their parents lived, she didn't exactly belong here, despite the open invitation. She always felt a little out of place.

She felt like a fraud, actually, here at a fancy ball in the dress she'd sewn with her own hands. It wasn't terrible handy worked, it passed for something simple, but it definitely wasn't even close to the kind of elaborate dress that all of the noble women and women of the court were wearing. It also wasn't quite as simple as some of the dresses that the common women were wearing, so Krista stuck out a little like a sore thumb. Caught between two worlds and not really fitting into either one. The daughter of two people of higher birth, both dead, and forced to live as little more than a servant girl.

Maybe that was why she'd gravitated to him, though she couldn't say for sure. He was the only one who seemed to be deliberately standing in a corner away from other people. If it was to not get noticed, that hadn't really worked since Krista had in fact noticed him, though not until she'd nearly run into him. It was only then that she'd noticed that he was soaking wet, a fact which only she seemed to be concerned about. Not to mention curious, both of him and if anyone else had even noticed. It had been a long time since Krista had seen the ocean that she and her brother used to play in, but somehow seeing this man made her suddenly miss that rather painfully.

Krista tucked a large strand of brown hair behind her ear, a nervous habit that she'd picked up ever since she was a kid, and peered more closely at him, a hesitant smile etched across her features. She wasn't very practiced at talking to other people who weren't Garrett, or the people she lived with, and talking to her step-mother or step-sisters was never a very pleasant experience. He seemed pretty friendly, though, if not a little strange. At least she wasn't the only strange one here anymore. "Did you fall into the lake?"

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Re: Irving/Krista/OPEN

makemeangry
2016-11-19 01:04 am UTC (link)

Fall in... that was one way of putting it, really. After all, Irv hadn't started out in the lake. That would have been better, perhaps, than how he'd gotten there. After all, there really weren't all too many options for a man, once he started turning into a giant lake monster when he got angry. He'd made the best of it, clearly, made it into his home, but it hadn't been where he'd meant to be, exactly. He couldn't quite recall what his plans for the future might have been, now that he'd spent so long in the life he'd found. He didn't regret it, exactly. Really, he liked to imagine that it'd been fate that had left him there, the fact that there needed to be someone to do the job he'd taken up.

He hadn't literally fallen in, of course, but he nodded, anyhow, in agreement with it. "Yes, I'm afraid I did. My own fault, really. It wasn't so bad, though, I'm fond of swimming." Not a lie, either. He'd always liked it, even when he'd been a boy... or, he thought so at least. It had been a very long time since Irv had been a boy. He did recall a woman yelling at him to get out of there and dry off before he turned into a prune, though, so he assumed that had been his mother, and he'd been one of those children who could barely be tugged out of the water before he was diving back in again.

Again, perhaps it was some sort of sign that he'd been meant to end up precisely where he had. He hadn't, fortunately, gotten tired of the water, or swimming, yet. He could almost pretend, sometimes, that he was where he was because he wanted to be, not because it was the best, or the safest, choice for him and everyone around him. Best to learn to enjoy the things that you couldn't avoid, after all. Perhaps he had to stay there, but that didn't mean he had to be sour about the entire thing. He was rather good at being the Lord of the Lake, after all, and there was always a sort of pleasure in doing something that you happened to be very good at.

That was enough about him, though. Irv was far more interested in this girl who'd decided to come up and chat with him. She smiled almost like she wasn't used to doing it, and felt she ought to be cautious about it. Besides that, she didn't seem to be put off by him, and he was entirely aware that he wasn't precisely the most socially well-adjusted fellow in the room. Turning into a literal rage-monster did tend to do that to a man. "I like your dress," he told her. Irv didn't know much about dresses, but hers did remind him of the water, and that was something that he could appreciate.

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Re: Irving/Krista/OPEN

poormadgirl
2016-11-29 12:21 am UTC (link)

Krista looked down at herself, almost as if she had forgotten what she was wearing. She hadn't, not exactly. Krista wasn't forgetful, she just... wasn't all there, all of the time. No one had ever been able to make anything concrete of it, she'd just been this way ever since she was a child. Ever since their mother had died. Doctors liked to point to that as a traumatic incident for what caused the disruption in her mind, but they had no answered for why there was never any real improvement.

It wasn't anything very serious, she just had a habit of drifting off, sometimes. No one knew where she went, sometimes even Krista didn't know herself, she would just get a little lost inside her own head for awhile. Not for good. Often it was Garrett who was able to bring her back, but sometimes Krista was able to do that for herself. She was a lot better now than she used to be, but she still often found herself getting distracted, or momentarily displaced inside her own head. It didn't scare Krista anymore, now it was just another part of her.

"Thank you..." She responded after a moment, once she'd looked down at herself and had been reminded of the color, and the hours it'd taken just to sew it. There were flowers of the same color embroidered into the hem of it, and white lace sleeves that stopped at her shoulders, but Krista hadn't had any gloves to wear with the dress so the rest of her arms were bare. Most of the women here were wearing gloves, Krista had noticed, but it hadn't made her feel any more out of place than she already felt here. Or anywhere, really. Krista never quite fit in.

She picked at the edges of her dress near her hip uncertainly, unused to talking to people she didn't know. Before tonight, she couldn't remember the last time she'd spoken with anyone who wasn't her brother, her step-mother, or those awful step-sisters. Their step-mother liked to keep her hidden away whenever they had company, not wanting to have to try and explain her to anyone. Krista didn't feel uncomfortable talking to this man, though. He seemed very nice. And he liked swimming. She really missed that. "I... made it myself. After the ocean. I like swimming too."

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Re: Irving/Krista/OPEN

makemeangry
2016-12-08 01:10 am UTC (link)

"I'm more of a lake fellow, myself, but that's mostly opportunity." That, and the beast that he turned into wasn't precisely a sea serpent. Irv really was far better suited to fresh water than salt, something that he'd found out the hard way. "The ocean is lovely, though. I like how it seems to go on forever." There'd be far more space for him, if he was a sea monster. He couldn't think of a title that had quite the same ring to it as 'Lord of the Lake' though, for the ocean. The title was really very important, when you had people seeking you out. It had to be something catchy, and something that would lead them right to you. Heroes weren't always the brightest, though they were always pure of heart.

A dress modeled after the ocean, though, was still something he could appreciate, particularly since he hadn't seen it, himself, in a very long time. "Do you go often? To the ocean?" Or perhaps she lived near it, to begin with. He suspected that wasn't the case, though. People didn't make clothing modeled after things that they saw all the time, or at least Irv wouldn't. He thought, that were he to choose something to make, it would be more something that he longed for. Something that he wished he could see again, and so he reminded himself in the only way he could.

What would he know about that, really, though? He was dripping on the floor of a very nice ballroom, in a very nice castle. It was really amazing that nobody had tossed him out before he could mess it all up. Then, he'd have to either miss out on seeing King Daniel happy with his husband, or make a fuss and let everyone know who he was. Neither of those alternatives sounded exactly wonderful to him. It was far better to be a quiet observer in the corner, when you wanted to simply enjoy the fruits of a job well done, back when he'd first handed the sword up out of the lake to begin with.

It was likely less suspicious, at least, with him talking to someone. It was the sort of thing you were meant to do, at balls, make casual conversation with the people that you met. Irv rather liked this one, this girl, in particular. A mutual love of swimming wasn't the worst thing to bond over, he thought, far more in common than most people managed to find, at an event of this sort. That, and there was just something about her, something that told him that she was worth however much time he took to speak to her. He wondered if she'd like a quest, and if there'd be a way to ask her that wasn't completely awkward.

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Re: Irving/Krista/OPEN

poormadgirl
2017-01-07 07:48 pm UTC (link)

"It does, doesn't it?" Krista smiled, a sort of far off smile as her mind briefly slipped from reality, as it sometimes did, leaving the physical place she was in and drifting off in abstract thoughts about a vast, endless ocean, stretching as far as the eye could see and beyond. It had never scared Krista, how big the ocean was. It was almost comforting to her, in a way, that there were things out there that were virtually infinite. That even when her bones were dust, and everyone elses, there were some things about this life that went on.

This sort of behavior for Krista was fairly normal, but it maybe didn't occur to her that until now, only Garrett and her step-family had ever really been subject to it. This nice stranger she was talking to might find it weird if he noticed that she wasn't exactly all there in the moment, or worse, he might be offended. She didn't mean to do it, it just sort of... happened. Except for sometimes when she actually meant to do it. But that was mostly when she was at home - or rather, the home of her step-mother and step-sisters. It wasn't really her or Garrett's home, and it had never felt like it.

It helped to pass the time, sometimes, when she was stuck doing house work all day, to let herself drift off in her own head and use her imagination. It wasn't hard for her to do it, and most of the time it helped her cope, being able to disappear inside her own head for awhile. Garrett was used to it, and he didn't seem to mind it, but it often just made their step-mother more angry. But she had no desire to make this nice man in front of her angry, so Krista very deliberately brought herself back to reality after a few moments, a dreamy sort of smile still on her face as she blinked over at him.

"Not anymore, I'm afraid. When I was a little girl, we went to the ocean all the time." Krista sounded as wistful as she felt, even momentarily thinking about all those trips to the ocean with Garrett and their parents. She wished they were still alive, and that they still lived in their house close to the sea. It had been a nice way to grow up, however short it'd been, their time together. At least she still had Garrett, though. Krista was grateful enough for that.

A server came by them and asked her if she wanted one of the elegant glasses full of liquid on the tray they were carrying and Krista accepted one, though she held it gingerly in one hand as if she didn't quite know what to do with it once the server had left them. Turning back to the somewhat strange but very pleasant, if not curiously wet man that she'd been talking to, Krista smiled and offered her free hand to him. "I'm Krista, by the way."

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Re: Irving/Krista/OPEN

makemeangry
2017-01-13 10:45 pm UTC (link)

The glass that Irv had been holding was still more than half-full, so he shook his head to refuse a fresh one. His was probably warm, of course, but he'd never intended to finish it, anyhow. Just to drink enough that it looked as if he were imbibing, as one did at these sort of functions. Not that Irv was entirely up-to-date on what one did at these sort of functions. He was mostly watching everyone else. There were plenty of interesting people there. Most of them were perfectly normal, of course, though that didn't keep them from being perfectly lovely. Some of them, they had the look of someone who'd been on some sort of quest, though it wasn't Irv that had sent them.

Some of them looked as if they were just waiting for their destiny to come to them. Irv couldn't help them all, of course. They had to come to him, to find him. He could spread about the name of the Lord of the Lake, of course, a casual mention, here or there. Something to help them recall that he was real, and he existed, if they were brave enough to look for their dreams.

He knew the look on the girl's, on Krista's, face, the sound of her voice. There was something that she was wanting. Something that she was longing for. She was pure of heart, that much Irving could tell. You developed a sort of knack for it, after a while, to know who was worthy. Who it was that you could help out, point in the right direction. And... she'd been the only one to come over to him, hadn't she? Maybe she recognized, somehow, what he was. Or maybe he was just getting dehydrated and foolish. There really was only one way to find out.

"Pleasure to meet you, Krista. I'm Irving." He made a face at his own name. Really, was it any wonder that he'd started going by the Lord of the Lake nearly exclusively? What had his poor, dear, departed mother been thinking, when she named him? There was nothing very mystical about being named Irving in the least. "Please, call me Irv, though." It was really only mildly better.

Irving took her hand in his own, shook it firmly. He ought to have kissed the back of it, perhaps, but he'd have felt a bit silly, doing it. Not many people touched him, exactly. He was in the middle of a lake, after all. It wasn't truly within touching distance for anyone, even if they were an awfully good swimmer. Most people weren't all that good at it, though he assumed Krista likely would be, if she loved the ocean that much. "It's no ocean, of course, but there's a rather nice lake 'round these parts. You ought to come see it, someday." He'd know, then, if he was right about her.

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Re: Irving/Krista/OPEN

poormadgirl
2017-01-17 04:12 pm UTC (link)

"Okay, Irv." Krista didn't miss the face he made when he said his full name, giggling a little under her breath as if he'd just done the funniest thing in the world. He clearly didn't think much of his full name, though Krista didn't find it all that bad. Maybe that was because she didn't have to live with it every day, and she didn't mind her own name. Krista was a little unusual, she knew that, she'd never met any other girls named Krista. She also hadn't met many other girls, period. She'd never met someone with the name 'Irving' either, but she liked it. "For what it's worth, I think both names are very nice."

Krista didn't know what she expected when she shook his hand, if she expected it to be as wet as the rest of him, or cold and clammy because of it, but it felt like a normal hand. Maybe not as warm as her own, but it was still a hand. She couldn't exactly go comparing everyone else's hands in the room, that would be a little strange. Even stranger than her usual behavior, but Krista still found herself briefly distracted by thoughts of what other people's hands must feel like. Every hand was different in size, shape, and texture. His were smooth, so he must not do any manual labor. They weren't rough and callused like Garrett's.

She took a small sip of the drink she'd been handed with tiny bubbles floating at the top, the sweetness of the champagne and the bubbles hitting the back of her throat almost instantly, which she hadn't expected. Krista never had champagne before, but she knew what it was. Her step-mother got drunk on wine a lot after dinner but on special occasions they had champagne, that she and Garrett were never allowed, of course. They weren't allowed wine either, and never permitted to eat with their step-family, but that was fine. Krista preferred eating with Garrett anyway, and she didn't like the way wine smelled. Too syrup-y.

Champagne didn't taste or smell like syrup at all. Krista thought it smelled a little like flowers after a soft rain, and it tasted like how she imagined gold might taste, if it were edible. Maybe that was a stupid thought, but Krista very much liked the way this champagne tasted. It even burned a little going down her throat, but she didn't mind. It was a pleasant sort of burning, which sounded strange, but it was the only way she could describe it to herself. It didn't hurt, which is why it wasn't a terrible kind of burning. Is this why everyone only saved it for special occasions? It seemed far too special to drink all the time, then it might lose some of its sweet, bubbly charm.

At his offer, Krista swallowed down the remaining champagne, like she hadn't been sure what to do with the sweet, burning liquid in the back of her throat. She might miss the ocean, but visiting a lake sounded just as lovely to her. She wondered if it was the lake he'd fallen in earlier, and if so, was it dangerous? Probably not, if he was suggesting that she see it. Nothing about Irv suggested that he was at all sinister. He seemed very friendly, and maybe she wouldn't mind falling in the lake, if it was as nice as she imagined it was. "I'd like that." Krista smiled widely and nodded, a peculiar feeling in her chest like it was suddenly very important that she see this lake he mentioned.

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