| Subject: *carry...>* |
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Queen Braeden
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Date Posted: 20:55:10 12/22/01 Sat
In reply to:
Keiran
's message, "*leave...>*" on 20:36:37 12/22/01 Sat
*she enters, enough pieces of sable hair down from her ride back to the castle to warrant her freeing of the rest of her hair. Pushing back wind-tossed tresses with one hand, she lets her gaze move from Keiran to Kyrvik, lingering there before shifting back again* Keiran, if you two were done, you may return to the front... *attention turns back to Kyrvik as their son leaves, shutting the door behind him* You, though... you and I must discuss something... *how could she tell him this, and still expect him to let her fight? To buy herself some time to think, she turns her back to him, removing her sword as well as the sheath that hangs across her back. Laying them on the table before her, she runs a hand across her face before turning back.* See this? *she motions to the thin strip of leather that adorns her throat, reminiscent of the collar that she had worn* I had thought to wear in into battle to remind me of you, and of our trip to the dungeons. But I find now, that I don't particularly have to wear it. I have found that I carry something that... literally embodies that night... *gaze drops slightly to study his boots, giving her a distration while she waits for his reaction, whether it be good or bad...*
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