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Post by Zahra de Agré (D) on Aug 17, 2007 18:38:44 GMT -5
I had decided long ago that I would be attending the wedding on my own. I had been away from Terre D'Ange for some time and old friendships shouldn't be rekindled soully on the basis of wanting an escort... as comforting as that may be. I had decided to also avoid contact with the night court. Knowing the enjoyment of the court and its adepts, it was not for distaste that I had chosen to go otherwise. My reasoning was simple, I wished to reconnect with Terre D'Ange nobels at the wedding, and extend the most pleasent wishes to the new couple... not to entertain the company of an adept... or vice versa. If all opinions change, I would be able to contract pleasent company at the fete, there always was an access of adepts. In the deepest caverns of my mind I knew it was not an adepts company I craved... but instead that of a peer. I closed my eyes, a smile playing on my lips. In due time.
The invitation lay on the desk before me, its seal broken, reminding me of the event just days ahead. I had my gown, a farewell gift from my mother, given before leaving Menekhet. The fabric glistened from its resting place in my wardrobe nearby, its oak doors hanging open. Although my face lay blank to an outsiders, my mind raced with the names of nobels and peers alike, trying to remember relations and family ties, truces and frictions. It would be a night to remember... or should I say... of remembering.
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