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Post by Flex on Dec 4, 2009 18:42:27 GMT -5
Daeron chuckled. "Come now." He lead the way. "Have you heard of the monster of Silverhill?"
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 18:50:45 GMT -5
Calla shook her head, "I have heard of him. There is much time to read, and gossip in this particular garden." As she walked, occasionally she would skip a couple of steps.
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Post by Flex on Dec 4, 2009 18:53:13 GMT -5
"I will go slay him." Daeron replied. "What do you say to dinner in the gardens?" He asked after a moment, already looking around for a servant to send off and prepare things.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 18:55:40 GMT -5
Calla stopped, and stared straight up into the heavens. "That would be nice. I have slept in the gardens before, but never dined in them."
Daeron can see several servants watching him as he walked.
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Post by Flex on Dec 4, 2009 18:58:39 GMT -5
He immediately shouted orders to the men and went to Calla, holding her by the hips. "Then we shall do both in the garden tonight; dine and sleep." He sighed dramatically. "I am sorry for being away so long and taking such a... bizarre tone with you."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 19:01:34 GMT -5
Calla shrugged, and played with one of his buttons. "I have often been labeled bizarre myself, Husband, so I will throw no stones at you." She suddenly looked up into his eyes, "You smell salty. Have you been sailing?"
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Post by Flex on Dec 4, 2009 19:06:47 GMT -5
"I have been to Braavos." Daeron said with a smile. "A wonderful city. If you want I can bring you back something nice, next time I go."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 19:14:48 GMT -5
Calla nodded, "I want a sexton. I have heard that the Titan actually moves, but I tend to think that is utter nonsense. Is it?"
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Post by Flex on Dec 4, 2009 19:20:43 GMT -5
"Not as far as I know." Euric said, getting ready to sit as chair and table were being brought out. "Perhaps I could get you something more... fashionable. Ah, I will find something."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 19:28:10 GMT -5
Calla nodded, and spun about once. "I prefer serviceable to fashionable. That is why I stopped wearing shoes." She raised a grassy foot and pointed her toes at her husband, "But with gifts I think one should judge the thought behind them in equal measures with the value of the gift itself." She watched herself wiggle her toes.
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Post by Flex on Dec 4, 2009 19:34:35 GMT -5
Daeron smiled strangely. "Indeed. I think I will have to pass on jewelery then." He held out a seat for Calla and then sat down himself.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 19:53:02 GMT -5
Calla sat down slowly, and held on to her seat for several moments, "I do like garnet stones. I think they are miraculous."
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Post by Flex on Dec 4, 2009 20:02:47 GMT -5
"Miraculous, hm?" Daeron said with a glint in his eyes. "Calla... how long has it been since we made love?"
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 20:06:21 GMT -5
Calla thought a moment, "Do you not remember? It was your last night here. Nine months, and eighteen days."
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Post by Flex on Dec 4, 2009 20:08:48 GMT -5
"Nine months, hmmmm." Daeron said, looking to be deep in thought. "Then I shall pleasure you for every months I have not."
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