Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 7, 2010 18:54:23 GMT -5
The house seemed much quieter and somehow colder than it had all winter, but that wasn't so hard to believe even though spring was bringing new life to the rest of the world. Fydor, my love and my fiance, had gone home with his brothers and sisters to their homeland, the far-distant and likely still-frozen Ruskovia. Since Alexei's engagement to Queen Sabrina had been dissolved the tension toward the royal woman's previously intended husband had been a bit chilly so it was understandable why he and the others may have wanted to go home, but that didn't make it easier.
Through all of it, even with the diplomatic difficulties it may cause, I only wanted my Ruskovian back with me as much as he'd said previously he wanted to stay in the land that was my home. But of course his brother needed him, and I couldn't deny the importance of that either. Fydor would never have forgiven himself if he hadn't supported his heartbroken sibling idol.
Refusing to give in to another bout of melancholy I took another deep breath and began again reading one of the ledgers my father had sent me to allow some current notice of the trade and fleet arrangements he was making in my absence so he could get my input. This was important, and thinking things that were only likely to make me sad was not. These books were a bit older than I first thought, but that meant another set was likely already on its way along with the usual missives from various other sources asking for treaties or alliances as usual. Maybe a letter from my father or Laurel would arrive as well. If it does I'm sure it will lift my spirits.
There was a sound downstairs of someone being let it- well, that was a novelty. I didn't have many friends and they rarely stopped by in any case.. Maybe Fydor had turned at some point on the trip and with his brother's blessing had come back to her! Stop thinking like some stupid romantic tale. It's probably just a messenger.
Nevertheless I rose and smoothed down my skirt, the curling red hair I usually tried to tame into waves now reaching a little past my shoulders since I'd let it grow past the funeral cut I'd kept in memory of my mother. Going to my door I opened in with hands that were often called 'long-fingered' and started toward the stairs at a sedate pace, trying to keep my thoughts from my face. The maidservants would bring word soon on who had come and I would know the appropriate reaction.
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Post by Eric Lamont on Dec 8, 2010 0:32:19 GMT -5
I was being kept busy lately and I loved that fact. It kept my mind off of things. Then door opened and I was greeted by a servant. I smiled shyly. "Messages for her ladyship." I told her. I let my eyes wander around what little I could see of the inside.
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 8, 2010 12:12:45 GMT -5
Downstairs I could hear the murmur of a young male voice- not my Fydor, but of course that had just been an idle dream. The maids all knew the procedure and I could hear her escorting the missive-bearer into another room and politely offering a drink while another came to tell me of what was happening.
I was already at the stairway when word reached me that the arrival was of a messenger- but that in itself may have meant good news. No doubt Papa or Laurel wanted to know how I was doing, or possibly Fydor had sent word, and then there were the numerous other notes and invitations I received for this or that. It was hard to put myself into the the celebrating mood at times, but I remembered what I'd been taught as a child; sometimes a pleasant face isn't for your benefit, but for that of others. Besides, there wasn't much doubt that Fydor would have wanted me to try and keep my spirits up and I wanted to do as he wished.
The steps of both myself and the other servants clicked quietly across the marble and hardwood as everyone went about their daily business while I went downstairs to speak with the person who was likely waiting for me. My household wasn't a dramatic one, having been arranged as a home as much as a receiving area for various delegates; the colors were the peaceful ones that I preferred, blue, green and cream like the seashore. I'd only recently felt confident enough to change things from the way my mother had left them, but learning to relax a bit had done a good deal for my nerves. This was my life now and I should live it.
"Good afternoon," I said with a slightly shy smile as I walked into the main foyer, my gown one of the more casual ones of amber tone and breezy enough to keep me cool though it was made of velvet. The boy seemed younger than me, his hair dark even though his skin was so pale and there was something almost tentative about him. Often I saw the same thing in birds when they were fledging, full of potential but not sure how to use it. Hopefully the calm air that others said I possessed would put him at ease as well. "I'm Lessandrie. Can I ask what message you have for me?"
There was probably too much hope in my eyes that belied the calmly polite expression I tried to keep, but there was no help for it. Good news or no news- but Eisheth please don't let it be bad.
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Post by Eric Lamont on Dec 11, 2010 11:51:31 GMT -5
I smiled shyly at the lady and then reached into my satchel, withdrawing two envelopes. "There are two, my lady, though I know not what they say. A man met me at the gate and said that there were to come here." I handed them over and took a step back, wondering if she would dismiss me.
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 11, 2010 12:58:38 GMT -5
There was something about this boy that was very quiet and sweet, a nature I could well understand. Most messengers were a bit more grizzled and rushed, well aware of the fact that their livelihood was based on how many deliveries they made in a day. Smiling and nodding I took the envelopes- one from my father and the other with the younger-looking scrawlings of my seven-year-old brother Laurel. Immediately a brightness came to my face that had been lacking before and I could feel my spirits rise as though I'd been filled to the brim with joy and they rose atop it.
"Thank you so much," I told the boy, still smiling and likely losing any sense of reserve I generally kept for strangers. At some points it was far too easy for me to remember that I was a Duchesse and others were not, especially when they seemed intimidated or wary of me. Besides, this person would need to be paid and I didn't generally carry money on my person when I was within the house. "Please, come into the study so I can get your fee for you."
The door was only a few steps away, conveniently located for such transactions and pocket-money without real worry about being robbed. My home was on a very large estate with careful guards and clever watchmen so there was very little reason to fear. "Can I get you anything else?" I asked, my tone politely hospitable though my expression showed my willingness to be friendly as I took the couple steps over to the door of the study and opened it smoothly, the hinges scarcely squeaking.
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Post by Eric Lamont on Dec 11, 2010 13:04:28 GMT -5
I nodded and followed her into the study, all the while my eyes wide at the estate. I shook my head as we entered. "No that's quite alright. You have a lovely house my lady." The shear size of the building in fact was making me increasingly nervous,
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 11, 2010 13:33:19 GMT -5
A glance over my shoulder told me a little more about the boy- he moved with a grace that was usually seen in adepts or at least those who had been trained in one of their Houses, but from the job he was doing, the fact that he looked like he worked at this job consistently and simpler clothing he wore spoke against that fact. There were reasons that initiates could be removed from the Night Court, and not all of them the fault of the person in question. It was the kind of matter that made me curious, but I didn't want to bring it up either. Likely there would be some pain in that story.
"Please, you can call me Lessa if you'd like, or Duchesse if that's too informal for you," was my reply as I went over to the desk and opened a small, Bhodistani lacquered box that sat on one side and held my change-purse that I used to pick up art supplies or trinkets. Soon I would have to get something for Laurel, a gift to include with his return letter. "Are you sure you wouldn't at least like a glass of water or wine? It must be thirsty work delivering things across the City every day."
Carefully I picked up the bag and opened it into my hand, then began to pick through it for the largest denominations of coins. I was never short of money and something about this boy reminded me of a more innocent Ghislain who I'd heard had died in the plague. Good people deserved to have extra help from time to time anyway, and I'd probably call him back for future messages. If he was indeed Night Court trained that meant he could very likely be trustworthy. "What's your name?"
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Post by Eric Lamont on Dec 12, 2010 20:22:25 GMT -5
My eyes grew wide as I saw the amount of money she was possessed and was prepared to pay me. "Some wine would be very nice, thank you so much." I smiled and then answered, "My name is Eric, Eric Lamont, formerly Eric no Alyssum." Usually I didn't let on that I had once been a member of the Night Court, but for some reason I could tell that she knew.
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 12, 2010 22:36:21 GMT -5
It seemed I'd surprised him a good bit, which probably meant that either he wasn't used to coming to the North Borough or that he didn't have that many generous clients. Since he seemed to reliable and ready to work I actually hoped it was the latter rather than the former, which would indicate a severe unfairness in how things happened in the world. That only meant that I could change that though, at least for a moment, and that was perhaps as it should be. You could never control the actions of others, only your own.
Looking over a servant standing near the door I gave her a smile and a nod, knowing that she'd heard his request for wine and watching her walk away to procure it. The fact that he'd been open enough to say so much, both with his nature and his history spoke of being formerly in Alyssum, was a compliment of sorts. It was hard for me to open up to others at times, especially if they were those who were considered by society to be more highly placed than I was. Only my experience with Fydor had given me a bit more confidence.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lamont," I told him as I put the coins I'd chosen into the palm of one hand and closed the bag with the other before setting it back into the money-chest and closing the lid. "I have to admit it doesn't surprise me to hear that you were once of the Night Court, your manners and grace are outstanding." I was trying to be complimentary and encouraging with my statement as well as my smile as I offered him the money I'd pulled out.
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Post by Eric Lamont on Dec 12, 2010 22:47:05 GMT -5
I slowly took the money from her and let it fall into the pouch at my side. I usually didn't come into this area and , consequently, my purse had never been so heavy. I simled at her compliment and blushed a little. "Thank you very much. They taught me well. Manners help for being a messenger, though not so much when you're just trying to live." Again I let more slip out than normal. Could true nervousness make me chatty?
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 13, 2010 13:40:31 GMT -5
The flush and smile that he gave were almost like a compliment to me and I smiled a little wider, my eyes likely showing a little more of my understanding at his words. of course it would be hard to leave the Night Court- and depending on the reason for being dismissed you could be left with almost nothing, or nothing at all. It was an unfair oversight that not many realized existed in the system but it was very hard to convince the Court of Night-Blooming flowers to change anything, much less something that could result in a loss of money or resources.
"I can imagine it's a pretty drastic change, to switch from the delicately cloistered Houses and back into the real world," I commented quietly, pushing a strand of my curly red hair back behind my ear. "Even only visiting the difference is a stark one, and while I respect their traditions the Houses aren't known for having much foresight into the workings of the world outside their walls."
The sound of quiet footsteps drew my attention again and I smiled and quietly thanked the maid who set a tray bearing a bottle of a refreshing white vintage and two glasses onto the table. Already it had been prepared to be easily poured and served, with the cork loosened from the neck of the bottle so only a small bit of pressure removed it. One thing I'd learned as a child was appropriate hostessing and I poured the glasses full without mishap before setting the bottle back down and glancing at Eric again. "Here, I hope you like it," I said cheerfully as I offered him one of the goblets. "Please sit down anywhere you like."
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Post by Eric Lamont on Dec 13, 2010 17:52:53 GMT -5
I nodded emphatically. "It's been a hard change, one I am still not fully used to." Mentally I said more. There was a bit of unfairness in the court not making plans for me.
The wine was brought and I took it with a grateful smile. Lightly I sipped it and felt warmer almost at once. "THank you very much." I took a seat on one of the wooden chairs, steering clear of the couch. No reason to get used to comfort.
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 14, 2010 13:27:10 GMT -5
Anyone struck with such a change as the young Eric had to make would likely find it very difficult, and with his youth it was impossible not to sympathize. What if after my mother's death I hadn't inherited her title, or had it taken from me in some way? I could have ended up on the streets, and it was only through luck and support from my father and the other nobles in my duchy that I hadn't. It was a fact of which I was very aware and that made it very hard not to do something foolhardy like say too much. After all he did have his pride.
When he'd taken the glass the mild-mannered boy went to a wooden chair and sat down politely and I smiled gently before picking up my own glass and sitting in a similiar chair a comfortable distance from him. "I think it takes a lot of courage and strength to move on through something that was so big a change," I told him sincerely before taking a sip of my own wine; my staff seemed to have good taste and their choice in this was no exception. "And I'm glad you like the wine."
I wasn't used to talking to many people outside of dignitaries and my household, or the occasional person I met on the street, so no doubt my own conversational skills were a little rusty. It seemed rude not to try though. "Do you usually deliver messages to these homes, or is this a new place for you?" I asked with the gentle, sincere interest I usually used, careful not to be too forceful or demanding. "If so I should keep an eye out for you when I write the replies to the letters I got today from my father and brother. I wouldn't want you to go out of your way though, I know you must be busy."
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Post by Eric Lamont on Dec 15, 2010 9:57:24 GMT -5
This had to be the most thoughtful woman I had ever encountered. She truly cared about making my life better, and not out of mere pity, as some are prone to do. "I deliver here occasionally, most just between business in town however. I pick up most of my business on the streets. But I might pass this way more, just in case," I told her with a smile.
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 15, 2010 11:07:19 GMT -5
The smile he gave was to me an honored compliment and I returned it, glad that he seemed more comfortable in my presence and didn't look in askance at my mannerisms. It was easy to be myself and not feel uncomfortable about it when I was around this boy and that gave me a little more confidence. I wonder if Alyssum realized what they were losing when this one was sent away, because there was little doubt that he was very much what they embodied, or so I would interpret the information I had on that House.
"I'd be glad to see you if you did," I replied sincerely, taking another sip from my wineglass before I held it on my lap, both hands carefully and decorously clasped around the step to keep it steady. "Though I may worry about overworking you a bit. You must have a good deal of regular customers and I generally have a lot of business and trade correspondences as well as the family ones I sent out. I could probably keep you busy most of the day with things around the City itself."
Immediately an idea popped into my head, one that would help Eric with his current problems while saving his pride, and likely help me as well. What I said was true, I did end up writing a good bit of missives every day and having someone trustworthy and honest to deliver them would be a great boon. "I don't suppose there's any chance I could hire you on a permanent basis, is there? I need someone who knows the City well and who I can count on to handle my messages politely and discreetly. You seem to be a very good man for the job."
My eyes probably showed my smile and my calm eagerness at the idea, though I was very careful to keep myself from sounding to forceful. It was an offer of a job, and as much as I would like to help it had to be his choice or it would be no better than me giving him an order. I didn't want to make him feel obligated, only to offer another option he may prefer for the lifestyle he'd found himself in.
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Post by Eric Lamont on Dec 16, 2010 10:56:28 GMT -5
My eyes widened at the offer. An actual job. That meant a consistent income. It meant a vaguely normal life. "I-I..." My face turned bright red. "I'd be honored. I cannot accept right away though. All decisions take at least a little bit of thought. "I thin k I might need to know a little more about it too. Where would I live?"
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 16, 2010 13:52:47 GMT -5
It seemed like I'd really shocked Eric, and I nodded in understanding as he spoke of needing more time to decide. He seemed like a very careful person and after what he'd been through it seemed natural as well. It wasn't likely that he knew very much about me so there was always a chance that I could be trying to trick him or have something in mind that would offend or take advantage of his circumstances. I would never even think of doing such a thing, but I also understood the necessity of having some forethought. It's not as if I was an impulsive person by nature either.
"Of course, take all of the time you need," I assured him, then took another small sip of my wine before setting the glass on a table and pushing a tendril of curly hair behind my ear. "I know it would probably be another big change for you and you should think carefully about it. You could stay here in the servant's quarters if you wish, or you could have your own apartment in the City if there's one you have your eye on." He'd receive the same wage as the rest of my servants and they as well as my accountants had assured me that many households offered far less. It seemed only fair to give them a decent wage.
Sympathetically I waited for his blush to calm down a bit and for him to collect his thoughts if necessary before I went on. "I'd be willing to offer you seventy-five ducats a week as well as a stipend for whatever meals you'd need to eat while you were in the City taking messages. Was there anything else you needed to know?"
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Post by Eric Lamont on Dec 16, 2010 17:54:30 GMT -5
I shook my head at first, then a thought came to me. I swallowed, wondering if it was pilote to ask. Then again, she had asked me. I look down at the carpet and then back at her. "Well ... actually I was wondering how much ability I would have to come and go as I desire." I ever-so-slightly bit my lip and glanced down again.
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 16, 2010 18:14:44 GMT -5
His question actually confused me slightly and it probably showed mildly in my expression, my brow furrowing just a little as I considered his question. Was there something besides what I said that he thought I was trying to gain from him, or was he simply unused to such negotiations? Either one was likely, but I hoped he didn't think I had any disgraceful ulterior motives since I'd been trying to convey exactly how sincerely I wanted to help Eric get his life back on track.
These were exactly the kind of anxious assumptions I shouldn't have been making, and he was right to ask whatever he wished. After all I had asked him to and it was better that things weren't left open. "Yes, of course," I replied, still confused as to what else my answer could have been. I wasn't the kind of person who kept people pent up, waiting for my beck and call. "I only ask that you check in sometime in the morning and afternoon to see if I have anything that needs to be delivered. If that's too often we could simply do one visit in the afternoon though. The rest of the time is your own."
What kind of things did they say about working in noble households these days, or was it just something about me? Don't think about it. Fydor would tell you to have some confidence in yourself rather than assuming the worst.
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Post by Eric Lamont on Dec 16, 2010 18:19:10 GMT -5
I could tell that what I had said had either upset or worried her, probably the later. I smiled faintly. "I'm sorry, I suppose that must be an odd question. I suppose, being a novice in the night court I am used to asking for permission to leave my place." I then thought for a moment, clearly any last minute concerns from my mind. Above all else I was truly grateful for this opportunity. It was certainly unexpected. It seems that the best things in life are. "I will gladly work for you," I said at last with a thankful smile.
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 16, 2010 19:45:13 GMT -5
The internal prodding I attributed to the voice of sense- and sometimes the gentle cadence of Fydor- had been right after all. He must have been very young indeed if he thought of households treating servants as Night Court initiates. It was true that I didn't know how many homes ran outside of my own but that seemed to have been an overly strict way of doing things that would lead to discontent. People craved personal freedom, it was part of what made them human, and there were very few who could completely deny that part of themselves, or should have to.
Now I had some questions of my own for him and I hoped that the asking of them wouldn't make him retreat into himself. "Can I ask how old you are, and how old you were when Alyssum sent you away?" I asked politely, giving a quick glance to his wineglass to see if it was empty yet, or if there was anything else that he would need to start work. Livery perhaps, but then again perhaps not, since it would attract greater attention than I generally preferred.
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Post by Eric Lamont on Dec 17, 2010 10:15:03 GMT -5
Her question surprised me a little, but I answered immediately just the same. "I am sixteen. I was sent away this winter, a few weeks before my birthday. There was an accident that left me scarred." I looked down again with a melancholy expression.
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 17, 2010 14:13:43 GMT -5
Eric's answer of his age explained a lot and I felt even more glad that I'd been able to offer him some help. Perhaps I was putting too much of my own memories into the sympathy I felt for him; after all around that age was when I'd known that my mother would probably die and I'd take her place. That didn't make it wrong to want to help though. The only thing I regretted was the way he almost closed up around himself at my question after he'd given his answer. Being removed from your home for a wound was a harsh thing.
"I'm sorry to hear that you got hurt," I said in a quiet tone, cocking my head slightly so I could catch some kind of glimpse of his down-turned eyes. "And if you don't mind my saying so, I don't think Alyssum knows what they lost on that day. I'm probably not the best to judge but I think you would have made an excellent Servant of Namaah." It was a delicate thing to offer comfort to someone, especially someone you'd just recently met, but I was willing to try, my voice as sincere and soothing as I could make it.
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Post by Eric Lamont on Dec 17, 2010 18:16:01 GMT -5
Words of comfort were things that I heard on occasion since my dismissal. Usually they were devoid of any feeling, but in this case I felt that she truly meant what she said. Furthermore, I truly felt a little better. "Thank you. I will do my best to be as good a servant to you as I would have been to them."
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 18, 2010 21:20:06 GMT -5
"I have every faith in your ability," I assured him with a wide smile, glad that we'd seemed to have come to an agreeable arrangement and sure of my instincts where this boy was concerned. There were times when I would have doubts, especially if the person was trying to charm me or had motives that I couldn't fathom but there didn't seem to be any reason that Eric would want to trick or use me. After all his surprise at my offer had been genuine or he was the best actor that I'd ever seen.
"Now I think it's just time to figure out the other details. When would you like to start, and will you be staying here or in quarters of your own?" I asked calmly, finishing the wine in my glass and then standing and walking the few steps to the other table to pick up the bottle and bring it to where we'd made our seat. Hostessing was something of a natural reaction for me, even if it wasn't as ingrained as it may have been for someone raised in the Court of Night-Blooming Flowers. "Would you like some more wine?"
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Post by Eric Lamont on Dec 19, 2010 13:00:25 GMT -5
I thought through her questions and began by answering the easiest one. "No, thank you. I try to stay away from too much drink..." After a little more thought I added. "I can start tomorrow if need be. I don't own much and I could run and grab what I have and bring it here. ... I mean I would like to stay here, where I know I'm safe."
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 20, 2010 12:06:01 GMT -5
Safety was one of the most basic things that a person should receive and the fact that this is what Eric's first priority was made me even more glad that I'd thought of some way to help him out of his situation. Nodding in understanding about the wine I set the bottle down with a smile and took the last sip from my glass, setting that aside as well. I wasn't a very heavy drinker either but sometimes a glass in the afternoon could be very refreshing and calming.
"You can move in as soon as you like," was all I could say as I walked back over to the desk where I kept my change-purse and pulled out about forty ducats before coming back over to him. "But why don't we say that you can start the day after tomorrow? I know that you'll likely have some arrangements to make and accounts to settle." Smiling brightly I offered the ducats toward him. "This is to buy some new clothes and pay off any debts you may have. As my messenger you're going to be the first part of my household many people see so it's important to make a good impression."
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Post by Eric Lamont on Dec 20, 2010 12:42:42 GMT -5
I sat down my glass and stood. I nodded to her. "That sounds excellent. And thank you again so very much. You're a blessing from Elua." It really was as though an angel had come down to help me and I was so incredibly thankful for her. "Might I ... Might I give you a hug? No one has been so kind to me, a few have come close, but none as you have."
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Post by Lessandrie de Mereliot-Romanov on Dec 20, 2010 16:18:52 GMT -5
There was a kind of inherent sweetness to this entire scenario that could have almost brought a tear to my eye if I wasn't so good at controlling my features. His words and actions shocked me but in a pleasant way and I was nearly giddy with the happenings of the day so far. No, Fydor wasn't here, and I wasn't in Marsilikos with my father or brother, or even flying my falcons or writing a treaty, but I was here in the City and I'd made a difference in someone's life. Maybe it was my Eisandine heritage or something else but that had more of an effect on me than I could have said.
Another flush, this one of pleasure and happiness, rose to my cheeks and I smiled as widely as I had in months, a sense of glee filling my heart. "I'm just glad I was able to help," I told him Eric in a light tone, feeling more confident than I had in a very long time. "Thank you for accepting my offer. And I- I think a hug would be very nice indeed." The last deepened the blush on my cheeks just a bit but then it faded as I stepped closer, opening my arms slightly so he could step into them when he was ready.
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Post by Eric Lamont on Dec 20, 2010 19:04:44 GMT -5
She opened her arms and I walked into them, hugging her, truly happy that I had been blessed in such a truly meaningful way today. There are people here, outside the night court, that truly care about others and truly want to help, each in their own way. This was, I thought, a turning point in my life. I looked up to her with a smile. "Might I go and begin to gather my things, see to business and all?"
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