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Post by Darien Kachine on May 20, 2008 21:09:39 GMT -5
“Then I don’t see a marque in your future,” I said, chuckling. “For while I am rumored to be the gentlest of the marquists, there is always some pain involved.”
The music shifted to a slower if still upbeat tune. “Would you do me the honor of another dance?” I asked her, smiling.
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on May 20, 2008 22:04:05 GMT -5
"All right," I agreed.
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Post by Darien Kachine on May 20, 2008 22:06:37 GMT -5
Setting my mug aside, I stood and offered her my hand, smiling.
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on May 20, 2008 22:48:35 GMT -5
I accepted his hand, and let him lead me back into the crowds. "Did you always want to be a marquist?" I asked, shouting a little over the noise.
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Post by Darien Kachine on May 20, 2008 22:53:05 GMT -5
“No,” I said as I settled my arms around her and we began to dance. I had to adjust a little for heights, but honestly I was used to it. “I always wanted to paint, I even spent time at Eglantine, but they couldn’t mold me into an adept. My marque was bought by a master marquist and he made me his apprentice.”
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on May 20, 2008 23:24:22 GMT -5
"Do you think you'll ever become a full-time painter?" I asked.
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Post by Darien Kachine on May 20, 2008 23:26:11 GMT -5
“No,” I said, twirling us both around. “I enjoy being a marquist too much. Also, I can still paint and even manage to sell some of my paintings, so it’s good all around.”
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on May 21, 2008 10:43:52 GMT -5
"Well, that's good," i said, as soon as I was safely back in his arms.
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Post by Darien Kachine on May 21, 2008 10:52:08 GMT -5
“What about you? Do you find yourself content with your life?” I asked curiously. She seemed rather quiet now and I wondered why.
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on May 21, 2008 10:59:55 GMT -5
"Not...yet," I said. "I'm still learning, and still figuring out what my life means and what it is for." I gave him what I hoped was a smile, but what I really wanted was another drink. "I'm kind of in a nowhere place right now."
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Post by Darien Kachine on May 21, 2008 11:31:00 GMT -5
I nodded as I twirled her out and back. “That can be a most difficult question to answer,” I said.
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on May 21, 2008 11:32:34 GMT -5
"Yes," I agreed, "but tonight is for fun! Tonight, I am just Merav, a girl at a party." I laughed.
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Post by Darien Kachine on May 21, 2008 11:54:19 GMT -5
Laughing with her, I picked her up by the waist and spun her around in the last move of the dance as the song came to an end.
“A very pretty girl at a very festive party,” I said with a smile as I set her down. “Thank you for the dance.”
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on May 21, 2008 13:42:46 GMT -5
"You're welcome," I said. "It was fun."
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Post by Darien Kachine on May 21, 2008 14:39:44 GMT -5
“Yes, it was,” I agreed, smiling.
Another dance struck up, this one a circle dance. I looked at Merav questioningly to see if she wanted to join in. "Another?"
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on May 21, 2008 17:28:12 GMT -5
"All right," I said, "but I think I'll need another drink after." I fanned myself with my hand. "I'm getting warm!"
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Post by Darien Kachine on May 21, 2008 20:06:34 GMT -5
I gripped one of her hands with mine and reached out the other for a girl in the forming circle.
“A flush becomes you,” I told Merav, smiling at her as the rest of the circle formed.
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on May 21, 2008 20:39:03 GMT -5
I could feel myself turning even redder. "Thank you," I said. "And you're a good dancer."
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Post by Darien Kachine on May 21, 2008 22:16:30 GMT -5
“Thank you,” I said, smiling as the dance began, making talking rather difficult for the moment.
I took the opportunity to consider Merav, she seemed a contradiction of bright smiles and quiet moments. It was interesting and I stole glances at her, putting her form to memory.
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on May 21, 2008 22:21:51 GMT -5
The dance began, a fast paced number that made talking difficult. I tried to enjoy it, but I really needed that drink. Things were going so well, and I was afraid that my natural shyness would put him off. Alcohol made it easier to talk, to dance, to be social. With some effort, I kept my smile on.
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Post by Darien Kachine on May 21, 2008 22:54:13 GMT -5
The dance came to an end with a flourish that had me laughing deeply.
“Shall we find another drink?” I asked Merav, gasping for breath slightly.
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on May 21, 2008 22:57:44 GMT -5
"Good idea," I replied breathily.
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Post by Darien Kachine on May 21, 2008 23:03:33 GMT -5
Still holding Merav’s hand, I led her to the other side of the fire where I knew there was a bit of a cooler air flow and also a table of drinks.
“What would you like?” I asked her.
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on May 21, 2008 23:06:24 GMT -5
"Hard cider, please," I said. "And some water." It was cooler over away form the fire, and I could see other couples scampering away to hide in alleys and bales of hay.
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Post by Darien Kachine on May 21, 2008 23:09:25 GMT -5
I found what she asked for and handed her the two mugs, taking one of each for myself as well.
“Where shall we sit?”
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on May 21, 2008 23:10:49 GMT -5
I looked around. There was a bench, partially obscured by a pile of straw, about 20 feet away. "There?"
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Post by Darien Kachine on May 21, 2008 23:17:12 GMT -5
“Perfect,” I agreed, smiling and heading to it. I set my cups down on the ground. “Would you like me to hold yours while you get settled?”
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on May 21, 2008 23:20:03 GMT -5
Settling down on the bench, I replied, "No, I am fine." I took a long draft of water. "Ah," I said, "that feels better."
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Post by Darien Kachine on May 21, 2008 23:21:36 GMT -5
I straddled the bench so I could face her, then took a drink of my own water.
“That does taste good,” I agreed with a smile.
I tilted my head and looked at her. “Would you mind if I sketched you?”
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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on May 21, 2008 23:25:46 GMT -5
My eyes widened and I nearly blanched at his question. Hurriedly, I took a gulp of cider, trying to mask my nerves. "Oh, that's tasty," I said. "No, I don't mind."
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