The Feast of the Luna
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Lady Isolde, the most feared woman in the North, was currently doubled over, clutching her stomach as Kael explained the fermentation process of the "Menace-Juice."
"And you say," Isolde gasped, wiping her eyes, "that the cork hit him in the forehead? The actual forehead?"
"Square on," Elara confirmed, her silver ears twitching with pride.
As the sun began to dip behind the peaks, painting the snow in shades of violet and gold, the Lunas stood to leave. They didn't look like the stiff, judgmental delegation that had arrived that morning. They looked... inspired.
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