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Aya smiles. "It's been a very long time, but since my shore leave seems to be indefinate, I would love any diversion. Shall we leave tomorrow, then? Sunrise?"

Hee.

Aya dips her spoon into a thin, yellow soup that seems to be made of some rather large eggs. "Oh, indeed, Father. I hear that the deer are thick this year, as are the pheasants. Alas, the closer one gets to the bottom lands, the merrows get quite thick as well. And you must go quite far to...

Aya helps herself to the baklava. "I think you will find the Amber Kindgoms a most delightful place, Father. Perhaps you will permit me to accompany you around the city...when you are rested, of course."

Aya nods and raises her glass in a silent salute. Her dark brown eyes dance mischeviously at Shivethi's comments.