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Leshok Majere · Certifiable Joined: 05 Jan 2004 Posts: 1790 Location: Ohio

He had done it, now, all he could do was sit and wait. Perhaps his choice was folly, but perhaps not. Leshok sat at the edge of his bed, unable to sleep, playing through his mind the entire conversation with Labelle. Could he have said more? did he say to much? or should he have said it better...

The only thing keeping Leshok from pacing about the room was sheer exhaustion, that kep him firmly planted on the bed. He looked over and saw a rose petal laying on the ground, and chuckled to himself. He was worrying to much, though he knew that even rationalizing it wouldn't help. It was out of his hands now...

All he could do was wait, wait and hope.
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After all these years, I'm still putting up with Kuja and Vaen? whats wrong with me?

"Fri Jan 14 20:07:01 2005 [08:45:38] Kuja: ghaahahahahahha...ha..h.a..... NOTHING TO FREAKING DO IN GAME GAH"

Some things never change even after 4 years...

Guest · Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2005 1:21 pm Post subject:

She would not of imagined it he, though she had not given many thoughts to the author of the letters. Being contented with the correspondence was she. The Lord Majere was an acquaintance of many years, not once had she observed his intentions. Paladin men were oft pretentious, self proclaimed, and imposing. His letters were none of these, but exhibited genteelness, were reflective, so lacking the association previously made of warrior men.

LaBelle moved across the chamber, and knelt towards a basket, lifting the top gently, reaching for the cluster of grapes within. She pulled them up by the stem, several plump, browned and strong smelling berries fell to the bottom of the basket. She picked through the remaining, violets, rubbing them before pressing them into her parched mouth...

A celebrated man, throughout the years she had known him. His look baring elvin traits. How many times had she been in his company as the letters had begun, that he eluded his identity?
What things had she done that drew these attentions from him...His letters disclosed trite instances, of attraction. An appeal that had not been shared by the lady paladin.

Setting the near bare cluster of grapes to the table, she rose, and ascended the stairs to the outlook upon the roof of the Church building. Reaching momentarily for the small amulet that hung to the hollow, front of her neck, she folded her hands, looking out to the seas.

Solitude was often her companion, even in the years of relations with the Lord Raedyn. Accustomed, as she was to it’s embrace, there were moments she desired, as any woman desires.
Reciprocation should be natural, she had the intents to pursue nothing, and would continue upon the course, set before her of, eremite. Perhaps the Lord Majere, would tire quickly, a lady not so terribly eagered and forward with advances...Perhaps he would not.