Post by Naia Shahrizai on Apr 19, 2010 12:53:21 GMT -5
There was more involved with throwing a party than I had imagined. Azriel was gracious enough to offer the house and to make suggestions but since this was my big idea, I felt that I should not burden him with every detail.
The guest list had been difficult ... there were more Shahrizai in the City than I'd imagined; apparently you couldn't throw a cat without hitting one, so what had begun as a little soiree had blossomed into quite the party. I had even contracted some adepts, mostly Valerian, and Trinette had talked me into a showing of some sort. I was not even sure what that was going to be about, but she insisted that she would handle it and I'd parted with more coin than I had ever spent at once before, most of it Azriel's.
Now, the party loomed over me, consuming my every waking thought, and some of my sleeping ones too, and I was obsessed with everything being just so. I had been pestering Sinclair about it, tracking him down to complain and beg him for assistance with odd chores. Picking up the flowers or food, dragging him dress shopping with me, that sort of thing.
Today I was finishing up the last minute details, for the party was on the morrow, my natal, and I tried not to wonder if Sarielle would come. Gadleon must have told her by now that I had left his house for Azriel's and what would she think of that? At first I'd hoped that she would think there was more going on between Azriel and I than mere friendship, but since he and I had talked on Midwinter, I was less sure of myself, and somehow hurting Sarielle did not have the same effect as it once had.
It made me feel out of sorts, which I did not like, and I wished that I had time for another trip to the Dragon's Den before the party. I didn't, so a large dose of wine would have to do, but not so much that I could not function. I had no wish to embarrass either Azriel or myself, and so for once I controlled myself, whiling away the hours til the party began on the painting that I was going to give him as a housewarming/thank you gift. Perhaps a bit of the Shahrizai patience resided within me, after all.
The guest list had been difficult ... there were more Shahrizai in the City than I'd imagined; apparently you couldn't throw a cat without hitting one, so what had begun as a little soiree had blossomed into quite the party. I had even contracted some adepts, mostly Valerian, and Trinette had talked me into a showing of some sort. I was not even sure what that was going to be about, but she insisted that she would handle it and I'd parted with more coin than I had ever spent at once before, most of it Azriel's.
Now, the party loomed over me, consuming my every waking thought, and some of my sleeping ones too, and I was obsessed with everything being just so. I had been pestering Sinclair about it, tracking him down to complain and beg him for assistance with odd chores. Picking up the flowers or food, dragging him dress shopping with me, that sort of thing.
Today I was finishing up the last minute details, for the party was on the morrow, my natal, and I tried not to wonder if Sarielle would come. Gadleon must have told her by now that I had left his house for Azriel's and what would she think of that? At first I'd hoped that she would think there was more going on between Azriel and I than mere friendship, but since he and I had talked on Midwinter, I was less sure of myself, and somehow hurting Sarielle did not have the same effect as it once had.
It made me feel out of sorts, which I did not like, and I wished that I had time for another trip to the Dragon's Den before the party. I didn't, so a large dose of wine would have to do, but not so much that I could not function. I had no wish to embarrass either Azriel or myself, and so for once I controlled myself, whiling away the hours til the party began on the painting that I was going to give him as a housewarming/thank you gift. Perhaps a bit of the Shahrizai patience resided within me, after all.