She gives the rag to him gratefully... "Yes I am fine... just a bit jumpy I suppose... " She smiles alittle... laughing at the situation... "I was foolish to let the problem bother me... " She loosens... feeling more comfortable... a smile from her mouth is all it takes before she begins talking with ease... "My family is all have they're garments on alittle too tight... " She shakes her head slightly... and looks to her ink hands... -- Westford Garden's Fountains

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Subject: She gives the rag to him gratefully... "Yes I am fine... just a bit jumpy I suppose... " She smiles alittle... laughing at the situation... "I was foolish to let the problem bother me... " She loosens... feeling more comfortable... a smile from her mouth is all it takes before she begins talking with ease... "My family is all have they're garments on alittle too tight... " She shakes her head slightly... and looks to her ink hands...

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Lorilei
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Date Posted: 13:38:21 05/13/01 Sun
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

>These eyes of deep brown hold tears that refuse to be
>set astream down her ivory cheeks. Her pearly teeth
>grit as she holds the stne in her throat that hurts
>her so. She does not take notice of the pain, for
>there is a much greater pain in her stomach as she
>thinks back to the last events.
>
>Again she was made to be the manor fool. Even since
>she became quiet, they have always found some way to
>hound her with embarassment. Again she is left to hold
>back the salt water of her eyes.
>
>Furthermore, Henry was nowhere to be found. Again he
>has run off, most likely to be with the local parson,
>fantasizing over his future as a holy man. All she
>would need is her best friend's smile to make her day
>better.
>
>She bites her lip to keep it from quivering as she
>sits upon the edge of the main funtain, again pulling
>out her literature, and begins to work on her art
>again. Her even more so harsher than usual, as she
>takes her pain and anger out on the paper she writes
>upon.

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He laughs, russet eyes twinkling gently. "We can all be like that from time to time." He stops, smiling apologetically. "I am sorry again...I fear I have not introduced myself. Marcus Trent, newly arrived." (NT) Marcus Trent 17:54:55 05/13/01 Sun

Nods... "Lorilei Wise..." she smiles softly... and then looks to her paper... closing her book... and holding it to her chest... (NT) -- Lorilei Wise, 18:48:32 05/13/01 Sun

He smiles again. "It is a pleasure, Lorilei - if I may call you that..." He takes the handkerchief in one hand, the other making a sweep of greeting, almost a mockery of the guesture. (NT) -- Marcus Trent, 20:34:59 05/14/01 Mon

Her fingers glide across the paper of the book... "I do not mind, Mr. Trent... " feeling slightly uncomfortable saying his first name. (NT) -- Lorilei Wise, 19:08:00 05/15/01 Tue

He smiles, feeling he is imposing by the nervousness of her stance. "Then please, do call me by my first name. Unless of course, you feel uncomfortable." He paused, taking out a pocket-watch. "I fear I am pressing your time. Forgive me, Lorilei." He nods, and gives a wink before turning off to deposit the inky rag into the nearest receptical... (NT) -- Marcus Trent, 19:17:01 05/15/01 Tue