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Lady Livia · Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2004 8:29 pm Post subject: A friend from the past?

Winter afternoon's were cool but untouched by the kiss of snow on the small island of Moonglow, But still Bowden took his son and daughters to Vesper for the winter months. In the woodlend haven secluded from the caruption of the clans and cities. The honor bound Mage worked away the hours while his children trained under the hands of tutors. Lance always busy with his weapons training while Jewel was taken artfully to the music room. But the crimson haired lass, the youngest of the old mage's children was hiding in the old library reading over her fathers books or the number of scrolls he had gathered from all over the world. When ushered out of her seclusion by one of the house maids or her nanny, the 14 year old often slipped books in to her skirt and fled in to the woods of on to the tower roof to read.

Was a day like many others when Bowden's most trusted of men returned from Trinsic with news for the lord of the keep. Alexander was not alone this time though, His son who had been away at school in the city now stood at his fathers side waiting to be introduced to Bowden and his children. While Jewel and Lance were present beside him. Livia was not in their company at first. Maid and house men looking around franticly for the youngest of the children. Ushered after the small group had taken seats in the study, Livia was announced as she curtsy demurely to the floor with apologies rolling off her lips before she rose. That day was forever burned in to her memory. Greetings where traded between every one, Delicate lass even favored the old knight with a hug and kiss to the leathered cheek. He was family in her eyes. Then it was the first meeting with Christof, So formal they were, kiss to her hand, a bow to the Knights son and not much more was said as Alexander and Bowden spoke of the news gathered over the last few months. Jewel played the subtle flirt with the lad, Lance bragging about his training and Livia finding a seat by the window to read once more from the pages of the book she had stolen from the library.

Time passed, Christof had remained in the tower for a year, close friends with Lance and Jewel, Yet Livia had remained aloft and unobtainable even in friendship. The last time the two had even spoken was three weeks before her father had been killed. It was a chance meeting on the roof garden while once more reading over a book, The lad managed to steal her attention from the pages and in to conversation, He was due to leave in a hands time, heading back to Trinsic. till they had been called for dinner, the two youths conversed on many subjects. After the evening meal, Livia left returning to her room taking ill over night with a fever, bed ridden for the following days, none were allowed to see her but her nurse and father. When she was finally well enough to leave her quarters, Alexander had taken his leave and their house guests where gone. It did not mater much to Livia.... Or did it? If so she showed no hint of it.

That flash back rolled through the warped mind of the female when she had first come face to face with Christof. Now a grown man and making a life of his own. Why he had sought out the last living member of her clan, Livia could not answer as they spoke over a cup of tea that she did not really seem to touch. Back and forth they shared a few facts of their lives. Informing each other of what had happened in the many years that spanned the time of separation of their lives. The mystery of why he had come to find her would be put away for now, No need to know, he was a friend of her family so would be welcomed in as one. Given a room with in her personal home, Christof was settling himself while as always, Livia returned to her books to read over their pages that she had spent many nights before doing. Thoughts locked on the script before her while quill scratched over blank scroll taking notes........
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Whispers are the echos of eternity.
Dark Mystic

Christof · Visitor Joined: 14 Aug 2004 Posts: 1

Time wove together a web of events, stretching from the past unto the present... And working on the future. In this, it had been long since the paths of Christof as well as the aforementioned Livia had come to cross one another. Was it fate? Destiny? Coincidence? Or the decisions of two individuals which brought them together? Either way, his return was inevitable. What knowledge he sought had been obtained. The strength he yearned for was now within his grasp. Power was in his hands and while application had yet to offer itself an oppurtunity, it was most definitely there. Hence his return, to a place where "peace", while not a pre-dominant theme, seemed to offer something of a blanket of protection. And a familiar face.

How he'd located the woman and why were facts retained by the mentality of Christof alone. Much to his relief, he had not worn out his welcome from past experiences and was instead, greeted as a Family Friend. Now reciding temporarily within the humble abode of this Livia, the workings of time continues to spin a future unforeseen by even the most intuitive of individuals...

Lady Livia · Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2004 11:59 pm Post subject:

Morning came with the same indifference as the mornings that had come to pass. The night had been spent with eyes on the pages of some book or scroll while Christof slept, or so Livia thought. From one room to the other she moved making ready for the days errands and the chores that needed to be taken care of. Maid given her orders to care for setting up a room for Christof seeing he would be staying for some time.

Sleep was a thing of the past, Livia found her bed only after days of work had demanded her strength to be replenished beyond what the blood could maintain. No longer the Lass he had once know, The sweet caring child of his youth who fretted over even the slightest confrontation that took place. Tending to the wounds of her fathers men when it was called for or just pampering her brothers bruised ego when he had been bested in a spar with his trainers and mentor. Cold-hearted and malicious, dead set on absorbing all knowledge that the world has to offer so it works for her. Christof got a view of such manors when Lorn had been locked in discussion with in her haven.

The servant of the cult spoke of his life and his skills to impress the elder and Livia replayed with cold calculated manipulation to veer the lad in the right direction. How Christof read the situation Livia did not know of much care at the moment. He was a friend from her past that she still would show that respect to. In their own moments of private conversation. What questions he would ask, what answers she would give. Nothing was dead set as of yet. It was two people getting to know each other all over again. The days closing left Christof retiring to his bed and Livia leaving the house to find entertainment in Yew for a few short hours.
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Whispers are the echos of eternity.
Dark Mystic