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Post by Rannan de Fournier (D) on Aug 21, 2007 23:05:57 GMT -5
To My Friends,
I am holding a small fete at my place and you are invited. You may bring any friends that you would like. There will at least be plenty of wine for everyone. I hope to see you at my house in four days time.
Rannan de Fournier
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Post by Julie Deveroix (D) on Aug 22, 2007 8:52:03 GMT -5
I was resting in my bed, my mind tired from all the events that had torn my world apart and restructured it in ways that were wonderful and mind-boggling. A quiet knock, and Nicole tiptoed in, telling me, “This just came in, from House Fournier.”
I smiled, more brightly, for I had been thinking of Rannan more often than not. I needed his grounding presence, his gentle hand, his quiet friendship. I needed someone, in my life, not to be busy hating themselves, me, or someone I loved. This was a more than welcome diversion.
Hissing as my stitched hand struggled with the seal, I opened it, and let out a cry of happy surprise. “Nicole”, I said, “Take this to Kendrick, tell him I am going, and I’d like him to tag along. Oh, and give me some parchment and a quill.”
Excited, I penned him a response, and several other notes.
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