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Post by Denis de Trevalion on Sept 2, 2007 21:32:01 GMT -5
I hired a carriage and with a pick ride I was at Camellia house.
Entering into its halls I came apon a lovely blonde adept.
"May I help you my lord?" She asked coyly. She couldn't have been more then my own age and I smiled at her wickedly.
"Perhaps," I said eyeing her up. "I could think of a few things you could help me with." I added letting my eyes linger at her breasts. "But for now I need to find Aurianne." I said, she giggled a little and blush profusly but then curtsied.
"I'll find her for you." She said turning. I watched her rear as she walked away and reminded myself to find out her name for later.
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Post by Aurianne nó Hughes on Sept 4, 2007 7:13:55 GMT -5
A blushing, beaming adept was at my open door, surprising me as I turned around from my desk. She giggled as I jumped and made her way in, perching herself on my bed. I knew her vaguely, from a few classes, though nothing close.
"Your patron is here," she said, giving me a smile that I couldn't quite place. "He's very handsome..." A gleam came to her eyes and I merely looked at her for a short moment, then thanked her and bade her leave. She did, if smugly, and I followed her out without further comment. Whatever had passed between her and he to make her act this way wasn't my business, though it was a little insulting to be invited as a guest and have my companion fluster another adept as he was picking me up.
Ah, well. If nothing else, it reminded me that I was indeed his guest, not a contracted adept. The thought, the freedom of it, brought a smile to my lips as I walked up to him, my initial curtsy low and proper. I wouldn't abandon him by any means, but be bound by agreement rather than contract...
"Hello again, my lord," I smiled as I rose, my voice neutral if friendly.
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