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[Shri'hrae]

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Carefully, Shri'hrae slipped her leather boots on and got up from the bed. Contrary to the normal routine, she had languished between the covers for most of the morning going over plans in her head. Normally The Sheriff of Bucs Den would have bid her good day and they would have gone their seperate ways. This morning she had watched him get dressed much the same as she had their very first morning after. But instead of jumping up to do the same, she waited until he had gone and got up. Dressed in his shirt she had padded around the room running her fingers over the wood of the armoire's and the bedposts.

It was an Inn in Nu'Jelm. Inconsequential and out of the way. It was beautiful but lacked his personality. Lacked hers. For as long she could remember they had been two halves of a whole. "Shouldn't where we sleep reflect that?" Some several hours later she exited the room stopping only to drop a letter for him at the desk.

"Poppet,

Lu'oh xun dos satiir bauth discussing jinique?

Shri"

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Poppet,

How do you feel about discussing some property?

Shri

The hint of a smile curled at the edge of her lips as she set out about her day.
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*Kitrye Ilhar's Yathrin, Kitrye Ilharn's Mirshann, Jal degahr*