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Post by Bethy on May 20, 2004 9:41:22 GMT -5
CreeeeeeeAAAASSSHHH! The sound of the shattering mirror was completely satisfying to her . . she'd been cooped up so long, forgotten, ignored . . her only companions a dour, humorless guard and the little birds of servant girls who had been so afraid of her they'd hardly spoken . . . ah who was she kidding . . she owed them much, all of them . . she knew that in her head, yet she was BORED to death! Her body was healed, and she chaffed at the passage of time. In her business, one needed to make use of one's youth which one still could . . .
She could never serve, that was more apparent as the long hours ticked by . . it simply was not in her . . she could not stay here . . Not a word had reached her of the fate of the sailor who'd found his jollies in tatooing her with his fists . . surely he had been hung? Or if not, then released and was an ocean away by now . . Either way, they should let her go now, if she demanded it . .
She turned as the guard entered to see what the fuss had been this time . . He'd grown more weary of HER than she had of him . . no pretty face was worth this duty . . She smiled innocently, and opened her mouth to form her lie as to the fate of the glittering glass at her feet . . Perhaps if she were annoying enough, they would set her on her way with their most relieved blessings! It was definitely worth a try . .
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Post by Lady Alexandreania (Andrea) on May 20, 2004 12:42:19 GMT -5
~Andrea had climbed the stairs to the fourth Level of the Castle. A place she had not been to since her chambers had been moved with her acceptance as a member of Windstorm. She had been seeking out Milord Shahal but as she was about to knock on his chamber door she heard the crash from another room a few doors down the hall. Movement had caught her eye and turning to look, saw the form of Sgt. Lan open the door and step in side. with a nod to him from her Cpl Allen had joined him at the doorway while she had hung back out of the way.~
~After a few moments she saw the Sgt visibly relax, and Robert returned to her side stating something about a looking glass having fallen and broken in the girl Bethy's chambers. Realizing that she had not seen Bethy in quite some time Andrea had walked to the door way and knocked politely on the doorframe of the open door. Looking thru and around the Sgt's. huge frame a slight frown about his usually impassive face. She could see the young woman standing, with shards of the glittering glass about her on the floor.~
~Calling out to her,~ "Good Greetings Bethy, could ye be needing some help with something?"
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