She tilts her head up and sits back straight... she looks to the fountain and back to the lord, she has always had trouble with eyecontact.... "At the moment he is holding a feast in the Dining hall... I am not sure if you will be able to catch his attention... but... I do know that he is taking questions... " -- Westford Garden's Fountains

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Subject: She tilts her head up and sits back straight... she looks to the fountain and back to the lord, she has always had trouble with eyecontact.... "At the moment he is holding a feast in the Dining hall... I am not sure if you will be able to catch his attention... but... I do know that he is taking questions... "

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Lorilei
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Date Posted: 04:48:17 05/07/01 Mon
In reply to: Lorilei Wise 's message, "She walks back into the fountains..." on 13:36:28 05/05/01 Sat

>She is dressed no differently than before, unlike the
>rest of her concieted family, whom all had to change
>quickly to be ready for the dinner...
>
>Her hair is still placed in the bun, the dark brown
>locks popping out everyonce in a while... no makeup
>has been used, none is needed... her dark eyes looks
>over the area seeing most of the others have left...
>her velvet red dress trails behind her... a brooch
>placed on her waist, which is placed right under her
>busom... her hands holing a book, pen, and a bottle of
>ink close to her... There surely is enough time for
>me to write just a bit...

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He gives a slight sigh, running tanned fingers through curly brown hair. "Perhaps I should wait. I was never one for feasts nor occasions of state." Russet eyes flicker from her to the fountain, following her gaze. He drops his hand, moving towards a nearby bench. He sits, gazing out at the gardens once more. (NT) Marcus Trent 18:00:49 05/07/01 Mon

She nods... and looks back to the fountain... then to him.. and down to her paper... her lips moving as she silently reads her work.. (NT) -- Lorilei, 19:02:33 05/07/01 Mon

His eyes wander once more, drifting over departing residents, then back to Lorilei. He notices the paper and he writing, becoming slightly intrigued. A good piece of literature always caught his interest. (NT) -- Marcus Trent, 19:38:57 05/07/01 Mon

It dawns on her... Her Uncle would want her to be at the feast... she quickly gathers her things stands up and lifts her dress slightly, smiles faintly and blushes from her lack of "Fluidness" and runs to the feast... (NT) -- Lorilei, 05:06:21 05/08/01 Tue

He gives a faint smile, eyes once again taking in the scenery. He runs a finger under his collar again, leaning back slightly. The scent of the gardens wafts into the warm spring air, and birds twitter from hidden nests. He closes his eyes, thinking about it all. (NT) -- Marcus Trent, 14:46:57 05/08/01 Tue