He rises suddenly from his same perch on the bench, concern writ on his handsome features. He moves closer, a soft, tanned hand placed on her shoulder. "Forgive me, gentle lady, but I could not help noticing your distress. Is there anything I can do?" -- Westford Garden's Fountains

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Subject: He rises suddenly from his same perch on the bench, concern writ on his handsome features. He moves closer, a soft, tanned hand placed on her shoulder. "Forgive me, gentle lady, but I could not help noticing your distress. Is there anything I can do?"

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Marcus Trent
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Date Posted: 18:48:51 05/09/01 Wed
In reply to: Lorilei Wise 's message, "The trails of her velevet dress fly behind her as she quickly walks in." on 17:49:14 05/09/01 Wed

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The hand had shocked her, and she jumped in her perch, her ink bottle suddenly tipping over onto the cobblestone pathway, breaking and splatting ink in all corners... she quickly gets on her hands and knees... blushing furiously, and quickly talking to conserve her embarassment.. "I am fine, yes..... just... just a little event during the feast is all... yes... " Her quiet voice is barely heard as she takes the broken peices in her hands, which are now covered in ink.. (NT) Lorilei Wise 20:15:04 05/09/01 Wed

He smiles gently, bending also to gather the shattered glass. "Careful, there's a sharp piece near your knee." He brushed it away, his eyes finding hers. "I'm sorry, I suppose I didn't give you much of a chance to notice my approach. Forgive me." He gave a smile. (NT) -- Marcus Trent, 16:27:05 05/10/01 Thu

She looks up fr a moment, then looks back down, trying to clean up the mess... "It is fine... no need to apologize" She says, and wipes the back of her hand to her nose, and under her eyes, keeping the ink away from her... she takes her handkerchief and tires to wrap the peices of glass in in, so that she could find a place to throw it away... the hemming f her dress is slattered with in, amng other things... She takes a deep breath and stands up straight, "Thank you..." (NT) -- Lorilei, 18:43:03 05/10/01 Thu

He straightens, ink-saturated hands holding the shattered pieces of glass. He offers to take the handkerchief full of shards as well. "I must insist. I'm not usually one to announce my presence. Are you sure you are all right?" He takes the rag from her fingers gently. (NT) -- Marcus Trent, 15:54:03 05/11/01 Fri