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Galileo had noted the hustle and bustle fairly early on, but he had paid little attention to it at that point. When he had decided to get up and out of bed, he dressed sparingly. He had pulled on his suite trousers, brushed his hair and put on a simple silver chain around his neck. There was no need for a shirt when it was a party, he partial lapse back towards his old self, but hey it was a party.
When he arrived he hung back, merely sitting and watching the excitement unfold, taking occasional sips from his flask. While he had no wish to partake in any dancing nor any dancing, it did entertain him to watch. And if conversation came upon the table then that was something he would gladly partake in. Speech was something he found himself excelling in, he was never at a loss for any words.
He hadn't seen Aslan anywhere in the past few days. Which worried him, slightly though. Io would have his head if anything happened to her son. And seeing how she acted over the fact they were in fact half siblings, he wasn't under any influence that it would be a good idea to irritate her again.
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