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Not shown: the hordes of well-wishers standing ready to wish her safe journey. For some odd reason, even though it's dawn, the hordes are carrying torches. Some of them are carrying pitchforks, as well. It must be a local custom.
[NB: Yes, it's a posed NWN model. But since I love me some MarySues,
I thought I ought to do something to show my appreciation.]
My attempt at Stardust:As she walks from the Inn, hips swaying, all the men on their knee's attempt to pick their jaws up from off the floor, Stardust Icedreamer turns and blows a kiss. (The ensuing battle to catch said kiss and keep it lays waste to the Inn and most of the Distrist.) Stardust has left the building...
I shall finish her cantankerous beauty some other time, as I must flee to bed now - the hour grows late, here, and I must retire!Fare thee well, oh most swainish Stardust!