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[Ditto Armunn]

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Ditto layed there in the huge bed alone, staring up at the ceiling and with an annoyed frown upon her face. In the adjoining room of the bedchamber was Tarothin's study, and, since his return, where he slept. And, at the moment, where he was rambling off and on throughout the night. He was keeping her awake with the noise and as much as she told herself to be happy that he was back, she grew into a foul mood.

She didn't mind the fact that he chose his study chair over his comfortable place beside her. It didn't bother her because she knew that in his mind, he saw them all as wraiths or images used to torture him with. In his own way, he was showing his wife both respect and faithfulness. What she DID mind was being kept awake on some nights with his talking to himself at times. It wouldn't be so bad if she could hear what he was saying, but his study was built so that little eavesdropping could be done.

With a sigh, and banging the pillow with her fist to soften it, she rolled over and thought about his actions of late. He viewed Ditto as a "helpful image". He put on no airs with her usually, but treated her as just something in the room that he walked by. At first he'd rarely speak with her, but over the days, there were more and more small, insignificant conversations he'd humor himself with.

With Imryrr it was different. It wasn't real. He was pretending to go along with things. He was playing a game. A game that at this point, Imryrr was happy with. It took him out of the limelight and more importantly, out of her way. Things had not been easy around the keep when she felt her rule threatened. For now, there seemed to be at least some simblance of an understanding struck between father and daughter.

Ditto hit the pillow again and rolled to her other side. Hearing the study door open, she sat up suddenly and watched Tarothin walk across the room and out the bedchamber door into the hallway. He hadn't even looked her way and that saddened her some. But at least now, she could get to sleep. She layed back and sighed comfortably when her cheek touched the pillow. The bedchamber door swung open once more. Her eyes popped open and her face turned in a scowl to look at her husband. Ditto waited for him to cross the room again, but instead he turned to his dresser and began going through his things.

Tarothin was a man who liked his house in order, as well as his land, and with it having been his chaotic, messy wife who had put his things away recently, he was in a foul mood having to look for everything. It didn't seem to matter who he was disturbing in the middle of the night, least of all the image or wraith that was now grabbing her blanket and pillow and heading out the door.

Ditto found a spot in the flower beds of what she called the "pretty room" of the keep, and layed down to get some rest. She pondered hitting Tarothin in the head with one of those daemon slayer sticks, and finally drifted off into fitful sleep. Her hand resting on the rolled parchments she kept hidden in her clevage.
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The Dark Lady, Ditto Armunn, D|O -(hawk# 232286048 )
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Quote: "Oh Great! First I get stabbed and now I'm bleeding!" - Ditto
[quote="Tarothin Armunn"]I know and I have mood swings like a pregnant woman at times. :/ I'm very random.[/quote]