#french ppl i beg that you grant me a stay of execution. idk about all these vowels

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wip wednesday

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first draft of the thalmor party scene. i don't know how 2 spell hord'ourevers. hors daeiouvres. orderves fuckin... FRENCH APPETIZERS... and i refuse to look it up

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“Indeed,” she snaps, “the High Queen is here, and two jarls who know well what I am.”

“Yes, it’s a party. You often see your acquaintances at them.”

“But what do I do?” She covers her face with her hands. “My friend taught me all he could of etiquette, and it’s all gone out of my head.”

“Then hear me well.” Sheo takes out his cheese knife and menaces her with it. “There will be expensive cheeses here, and if I see you use a fork to eat a single bite of them, so help me—”

She looks at him aghast. “How can you be thinking of food?”

“How can you not, fool girl?” He steers her by the arm, toward a banquet table laden with horse divorce.