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Post by Lilith Royce on Sept 25, 2007 6:54:49 GMT -5
The next morning Tilda and Betrina prepare to leave for the Vale to bury Mally. Her aunt and uncle offer to accompany them, but accept when Tilda says a quiet funeral would be the best on this occasion.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 25, 2007 18:25:38 GMT -5
Falatir Razoon arrives, with the bound history, and his sword, dressed in Lysian fashion. "Lady Tilda, I have arrived with the book." he says before bowing elegantly.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Sept 25, 2007 21:17:05 GMT -5
"Oh," said Tilda. Falatir felt like he was from a separate life, the innocence that existed before the death of her beloved sister. She had even looked forward to his visit, to fencing with him over his book. "What are you doing here?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 25, 2007 21:22:01 GMT -5
"I am here to let you sample my wares. Have you fogotten me so quickly." Falatir raised an eyebrow.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Sept 25, 2007 21:24:03 GMT -5
She almost laughed he was so out of place in her life. "I am leaving in less than an hour to go home and bury my sister. Somehow I am not interested in your book."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 25, 2007 21:39:58 GMT -5
"I am sorry for your lose." Falatir turns a grim eye on Tilda, "I would offer to accompany you, but I have important state business in King's Landning."
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Post by Lilith Royce on Sept 25, 2007 22:34:49 GMT -5
"Aah yes, of course," said Tilda with ironic mock sympathy and then her tongue seemed to take her into visciousness. "There are wives of important people that you haven't seduced yet. Let me not waste your time."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 25, 2007 22:42:34 GMT -5
Falatir stared at her for a second in confusion, "I am not sure I understood you, sometimes I miss meanings in this tongue. No the Braavos, have delivered a message to me to relay to King Callen. I am hoping to broker a peace in this needless war." He shakes his head sadly.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Sept 25, 2007 23:51:11 GMT -5
Dammit! thought Tilda, I am forgiving the slimy bastard again, and his damn scent is divine. The sin I think of is exactly the one that got my sister killed. She shook herself. The words that actually came out of her mouth were, "Sorry, perhaps we will bump into each other when I return." She was proud of herself. A frigid rigid exterior was being maintained.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 25, 2007 23:55:15 GMT -5
Embracing her warmly Falatir says, "I am so very sorry. The pain is great now, but it will fade. My own wife's death has very hard at first, but time has softened those jagged edges." He releases her and steps away and bows again.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Sept 26, 2007 0:05:41 GMT -5
By all seven heavens and hells he feels good! thought Tilda. He was also the first person to offer any comfort. Betrina and her aunt and uncle were, like her, in too much shock to offer each other kindnesses and now the most disreputable person she'd ever met was being kind and she liked it, even though she didn't believe a word he said. He probably murdered his wife...after cheating on her she told herself. This gloomy thought didn't prevent her from throwing herself into his arms and kissing him. Kissing him hard. She had no idea in the world what she was doing.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 26, 2007 0:08:19 GMT -5
Falatir kissed her with equal vigor, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
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Post by Lilith Royce on Sept 26, 2007 0:14:21 GMT -5
He tastes good too, thought Tilda lost to the world in his embrace until tears began to roll from her eyes and dropped down on the thin fabric of her dress. "I must go," she said, pushing him away.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 26, 2007 0:18:40 GMT -5
Falatir bowed again and turned to leave but hesitated, "You will heal."
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Post by Lilith Royce on Sept 26, 2007 0:22:16 GMT -5
"Go away," she says, pushing him out of the house, as much to hide her tears, and her embarrassment and her lust as anything.
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Hope you all are well and happy.