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Post by Idaeus nó Mandrake on May 18, 2010 0:38:04 GMT -5
Second Week of Winter, Year Two of Queen Sabrina's Reign
I walked into my usual haunt, hoping for something interesting. Things were going well with Daenara, but I was in the mood for something not so soft. I had no assignations for a couple of days and was growing antsy. Purhaps I should move things further with that girl, but at least the House gave me plenty of reason to not be monogamous. I was not sure if she preferred such things, but she was not d'Angeline, so it was possible.
There were not many open tables at this busy hour, but I found one. It was the same one in which I had sat and spied my mother. I thought, that might have been close to a year ago now. A year and I had done nothing. Yvan had seen her, and I saw a familar glint in his eye, but the plague had taken him before he could fullfil any plans, if I was correct in my assumptions.
I muddled over my thoughts, mildly irritated and hoping for some bait in which to stave off these feelings.
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