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Maxon
As Mom ordered, Lianna and I hit the reception. Eventually. First we have to make sure that my mother is okay. Good thing both the reception and infirmary are in Antrum.
The waiting room to the royal infirmary is a plush space with lots of cushy chairs and snacks. Unlike my birth, this turns out to be a slow labor. Dad talks me and Lianna into visiting the reception. Which we do.
Note to self: never lock my buddies, booze and a bunch of recently-healed water naiads into the same room with a deejay who loves disco They literally tore up the dance floor.
What I remember from the reception are more images than memories. There’s Pops in his golden armor, wings on display, waltzing with Cam (after the disco got yanked.) Walker and Hildy whispering in a corner. G laughing by the pun
