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This was the second cake, the cakes kept coming out with odd habits. The first cake she had had to stab and this one to was showing the same quirk as it snapped at her hand. Mmmm far to much dragon blood in this one toooo..

Myrddin walked in and paused amused, of course. The cake was rather angry as it snapped at her and with yet another heavy sigh she pulled out her Kyrss and plunged it into the center of the cake. Like blood, frosting flew everywhere bespeckling her clothing and covering her face. She laughed and then realized that Myrddin was not laughing. His eyes had taken on *that* glimmer narrowing and taking in the glorious sight of a wife covered in frosting..

Shade realizing her misstep smashing a glob of cake into his mouth, for which she would obviously pay. Needless to say the cake was quickly smashed against the table....Frosting flew much like clothing..

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Later that evening as they sat in trinsic, Myrddin whom wanted to visit the *soon to be doomed people* sat eating his mutton and shade quietly sipping her bloodwine. There were a few servers about and they chatted quietly, shade mentioning the appearance of Jon Strathmore in Umbra, and then hitting him with the new plans..

These glorious days ominously foreshadowed a long period of strife. She knew it and so did Myrddin but for now she would bask in the ideals of dessert..
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