[Action/Mooglenet Post]

[lastoftheredwings]

[After months, years, of deliberating, Ceodore's made up his mind. True to form, he's not quite gotten over his comparing himself to his parents, though at least not so much in an unhealthy way anymore. No, instead he's realized it. His birthday is in nine days. He could do this, and have the bragging rights that he did it younger than his father had. Yes, quite satisfactory.

So without really considering how his wife is going to take his brilliant idea, knowing she'll have to stay behind, he trots off to find her.]

***

[Once he's gotten a brow beating talked to Ursula, he grudgingly throws open a mooglenet post to his friends. Guy is pretty chipper about the news still. He'll just leave out the part where his wife guilted him.]

Hey, I'm thinking about taking a trip to that Citadel of Trials. Anyone else game?

[That's right. Ceodore's finally decided to go try for a sparklearmor job. Make of that what you will and be amazed.]