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Noryn, Tyram
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Date Posted: 22:19:03 10/07/03 Tue
Noryn removed her cloaked hood and smiled nervously at the doorman.
“If it rains any more, I’ll start floating” she said, feeling stupid. He grinned and let her in straight away.
“He’s in the main hall somewhere” he replied as he struggled with the bolts on the door.
Noryn ducked under the tattered curtain that led into the long dark corridor and stopped, puzzled. Loud, energetic music could be heard pouring from the main hall.
She shrugged to herself and started towards it. ‘What are you doing here again’ a voice inside her head screamed at her. ‘You promised yourself never again. Do you have a death wish or are you just stupid?’
“Stupid” she whispered to herself. “...and greedy... Risking my life, just for gold coins.” She clutched the new message closely under her cloak as she headed towards the doorway.
The hall was full of dancing partners whirling about, women’s skirts swirling across the room. The stamping of feet, jeering whistles and laughter competed with the small group of musicians in the corner. The smell of smoke and cheap alcohol hung heavily in the air, making her choke a little until she grew used to it.
“Noryn - how lovely to see you” a voice called from behind. She turned sharply, unsure if it was sarcastic or not, and relaxed slightly when she saw Tyram striding towards her.
“Another message” she called, taking it out of her cloak and holding it out almost as if it was an invitation or an excuse to be there. Tyram grimaced and took it from her, broke the seal and scanned the contents quickly.
“Problem?” Noryn asked, seeing his face darken. He shook his head and stuffed the letter into his pocket.
“Not one I’m going to deal with tonight. Drink?” He scooped up a small glass containing an orange liquid from a nearby table. Noryn gave it a few seconds thought, then accepted the glass and threw it back. The alcohol was so strong that she nearly choked. She tried to blink back the tears and keep her face straight. Tyram watched her and laughed.
“A girl who can handle her drink - that’s my sort of woman” he grinned, taking her by the arm. “I refuse to let you go back to your dark little tavern without a dance first.”
Noryn shook her head violently and pulled away as he tried to remove her heavy cloak.
“You can’t dance in that” he replied. “It would only trip you up - no I’m sorry, refusing to dance is not an option. Not in my kingdom.”
“kingdom?” she asked in surprise, temporarily halting attempting to stop him take her cloak.
“I am the prince of shadows am I not?” he replied with a grin, “This is my domain, that makes it my kingdom, and.... well look what we have here.” He had finally managed to unclasp her cloak and peeled it away from her shoulders. Noryn blushed slightly as he gazed over her bare shoulders and low cleavage.
“I’d unwrap more presents if they turned out like this” he smirked, roughly folding the cloak and shoving it in a corner. “Is this outfit specially for me?”
“For your information, I was about to go on duty upstairs” she retorted angrily, her cheeks redder than the rouge applied earlier. “Then your ‘correspondent’ decides that you have to get that message this evening - it couldn’t wait. So if you’ll excuse me...” she tried to push past him to get to her cloak and the door. “...I’ll return to my customer.”
“I’ve told you. You’re not going anywhere until you’ve danced with me” Tyram grasped her firmly around her slender waist and whisked her into the middle of the moving mass. She gave a cry of rage and struggled fiercely. Unfortunately, he was a lot stronger than she was, and hardly seemed to notice her frustrated attempts to escape.
“I said I didn’t want to dance” she insisted, stamping hard on his foot. Tyram suddenly whirled her around so quickly, that she missed her breath, dizzily. She stumbled and clung to him to prevent herself falling beneath the crush of moving feet.
“I thought you didn’t want me?” he grinned, laughing at her furious face and spinning her round again. Noryn gave a sigh of frustration and gave in. He was a good dancer, full of energy and fun. There wasn’t really much point in fighting any longer, but she’d definitely leave as soon as that particular dance finished. Besides, she might as well enjoy the experience. It was rare that she was held so closely by a man so stunningly handsome.
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