#*emmanuel

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Sabewise: Fine, I’ll make you that favor! But just one song! (Giggles} Emmanuel: Just one song? Are your feet so frail they won’t bear to move for more than a couple minutes? S: (Sarcastic) No, but your breath is so stinky that I won’t stand being near your face for more than that! E: Huh, that’s a low blow. You win this one, Goldilocks.  S: And that makes it... forty- four against forty-two! You have step up your game, raise the bar a little. This is getting boring. E: (Laughs) Why don’t I raise you instead? S: (Squeaks) Emmanuel! Put me down!  E: Not until you look at the stars! Look how they shine! S: I see them! E: Is that what you see when you look into my eyes? (Smirks) S: You’re such a fool. E: (Whispers) Hey, the song’s about to end. S: ... Okay, let’s dance one more. E: That’s the spirit, Sabie! S: (Laughs)

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Emmanuel: Are ya ready to lose? I’m not gonna let ya win just because you’re a kid, Wilmarc!

Wilmarc: You underestimate me! I’m not going to be the loser here.

Emmanuel: These apples are too big for your mouth!

Wilmarc: (Joking) Your teeth are too big for your face!

Emmanuel: Ouch! Kids are cruel...

Wilmarc: (Giggles) I’m sorry!

Emmanuel: Hey, Sabie!

Sabewise: Yes, Emmanuel?

Emmanuel: If I win, do I get a kiss from you, princess?

Sabewise: (Burst of laughter) How drunk are you?

Emmanuel: Just answer, please!

Sabewise: Fine! I’ll kiss whoever wins.

[They quickly submerge their heads in the water, biting and chasing the floating apples. This game is harder than Emmanuel remembers, and his slight inebriation isn’t helping his precision.]

[The crowd cheers and claps. This game has been a town tradition almost since they began doing the festivals. It’s a favorite, but this year, less people were able to participate, so Wil was allowed to chime in.]

Wilmarc: I got it! I got the apple! [Crowd cheers.]

Sabewise: (Smiles) Congratulations, Wilmarc!

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Dancing to the Bard’s Beat🎶

Introducing Emmanuel by @marigolde 🌱

Wilmarc: (Laughs) Like that, Kip! Move your feet to the music!

[Sound of flute and laughter, rythmical clapping. Happy stomping, cheering. People enjoying their time.]  [Torches dimly lit the place, and the smell of ale filled it to the brim.  Children giggled and adults rejoicecd. Festivals were the town’s favorite nights, because they could let go, and danced as if there was no tomorrow.]

Emmanuel: Hey, Sabie! Dance with me, will ya?