Enticingly, Eira

Yesterday was Elday. It began easily enough. I was woken up at first light on the Southern wall by Jordan tapping at my door and insisting I let him in. After getting dressed and informing him that no, I wasn't coming back to live with him ever, I was unhappily carted away towards his house a ways north. Eventually, he let go of my arm, expecting me to follow and going on about how he's changed and Regina's made a lovely breakfast, won't you join us?
I slipped away. The man probably expected it, to tell the truth, else he wouldn't have let go of me. Heading back home, my stomach allowed me the painful reminder that I hadn't eaten in a day or two, so I took a left on Smith's Way and took to humming a song Wren liked as I made a quick stride for the Rose.
What I didn't expect was a sloppy drunk Eira falling into my arms. Now, I'd only met this woman once a very long time ago, but even as silly as she looked falling all over herself, she was still very beautiful.
But by the Suns, I was still hungry. With the last of the lingering coins in my bag, I bought myself one of their delicious omelettes and Eira another glass of wine. Gave dear Rianya a kiss and my last two pennies and carted Eira back to my place so she could sober up.
Now, I can honestly say that it was my full intention not to sleep with this woman. She couldn't stand, she couldn't walk, she reeked of wine and she couldn't even sit up. But let's just say she makes a persuasive argument, akin to "sleep with me or I'm leaving," not so much in words, but more in actions, like falling over herself to get to the door when I explained that she was far too drunk to worship and that she should sober up a bit. When I tried to help her up from the bed, she fell forward, I fell backward and let's just...leave it at that.
However, I believe Elbahn would be pleased. Merry Elday, no?