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Guest · Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 2:05 am Post subject: Places to her heart, in pairs.

LaBelle stirred in her sleep, a curve of suppressed delight formed to her lips. She turned to the right side, and her eyes opened suddenly. The cylinder of tallow had melted well down, the flame bantam, yet persistent. She watched it flicker, looking beyond to the walls it cast low shadows upon. Hands curled beneath her resting head, she fondled the metal band to her thumb. Her finger slid gently over the intricate indentations, moon and stars...

Forenoon came, with great haste, and the Paladin woman slept through. How lazy she would become in the enormous bunk provided by the Inn. She slipped briskly from beneath the bed coverings, reaching for the robe to cover her form. The woman to the archway turned and peered into the day lit room. Shifting the robe over her head, LaBelle lifted a hand, motioning the woman to step forward, “Milady...” said she, bowing her head deeply. “Two cloths, and one pitcher of water, if you please.” LaBelle made her request. In a parched voice, she added,
“A bunch of grapes, if you will, also.” The woman stepped backwards out the archway and down the hall with a nod.

Cleansing her face, hands and arms, LaBelle, handed the soiled cloths to the woman, and dismissed her. Plucking the grapes one to a time, she exited the Stag and Lion, northbound towards the edifices of piety, and forum. The merchants hailed her, she moved quickly past them with slight nods, her head lowered. In one hand she cradled the last of her plump berries, and the other held stead fast to the shoulder bag, at her side. She reached the building, and began to set out her writing materials. Parchment, ink, and one finally crafted scribes pen, a gift from the Lord Majere.

When Mia arrived she had just began to collect her supplies, and end the day's writing. Breads, and conversations well into the hours of darkness. She could not treasure another more greatly. The two moved along the streets of Magincia, speaking idly of Trinsic, and it’s council. To the front of the Inn they granted the farewells, customary and heartening to them each.

LaBelle motioned the young girl from the table in the kitchen, “I will pay you twelve gold pieces to stand outside the archway of my apartment this night.” The girl glanced the kitchen way, where her father stood, and nodded once firmly. “As you wish, Milady.” said she, in a formal tone.

Settling into the elaborate bunk, she held the parchment up to the candles light. Her features softened, and her form relaxed beneath the coverlets. The words of the Lord Majere, ever enamoring. She placed the parchment, aside her in the large bunk, and rubbed her hands together with a smile...They were soft, and smelled of Rosemary.
She would have to thank her sister for the gift of salve, more formally, with a gift of her own.

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

"Kal Vas Flam" the words pressed from Leshok's lips as the fire spurted forth, and destoryed the demon before him. "Finaly got that down right, Sirius would have a thing or two to say." he thought to himself, happy with his practice this day, he returned to his home. He walked into his room, removing his armor and placing them to the side, he removed his sweat soaked shirt, and grabbed up the soft cloth his lady LaBelle had sent to him, using the cloth and the small pool of water he had outside his room and cooled off and leaned back into a chair scratching his chin in thought.

He smirked and muttered the arcane words and conjured up an apple, eating it as he thought upon things. The letters he was sharing with LaBelle, and their shared times upon weekly meetings were showing that the distance was doing nothing to stem their growing romance. He smiled enjoying the apple, remembering how well his Lady looked with his cloak upon her shoulders, and the ring that rested upon her thumb, but always she looked well in his eyes. He stood up and walked back into his room, and picked up her last letter, laying upon his bed reading it over with a smile.

Many moments they already had planned upon her return, the dinner owed from the auction, the tour of Legion Island, and a venture to a place of his choice. Smiling Leshok laid back and took a calm nap, looking ever forward.
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