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Post by Troy nó Jasmine on Mar 20, 2007 22:11:06 GMT -5
It had been a long night, the last fete Jasmine hosted of my fifteenth year. The last before my debut, which would happen in a few months time, and although the flurry of activity left me dizzy with sleepiness, I was warm with the joy the night had left in me. Catching myself swaying, I edged my feet a few inches further apart and lifted my tray automatically as a pair of feet made their way towards me, murmuring a soft praise of joy as I did so.
"Lad." It was a females voice, soft and feminine, and I lifted my head automatically in response. She was striking beautiful, with hair like spun gold falling from the crest of her head, and at once the wave of tiredness was swept from my form.
"Tell me," she fairly purred, selecting a glass from my tray without looking at it. "Are you dedicated to Naamah?"
I swallowed, though kept my chin raised, making my dark eyes meet her summer-blue. "I am," I said, then nearly flushed as a slow smile spread across her face. Reaching out with a gloved hand, she let a single finger trail across my jawbone, feeling the line of my face as her gaze devoured the rest of me.
"Not of age yet, though close?" I nodded, and she gave another slow grin once more. "I shall speak to your Dowayne about it, then. And then, like quicksilver, she was gone into the crowds once more, leaving me short of breath and with an ache in my loins that I was hard pressed to deny.
With a quick prayer to Naamah, I lowered my gaze once more and continued my circle of the room, glad it was the last fete I would have to serve in such a way. I was ready, more than ready, to begin my marque, and the passing encounter tonight had merely fanned the fire.
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