The Little Things
His hands ached. He had been playing quite a long time. As much as he wished it, he could not play constantly. He did require some rest, on occasion.
Reluctantly setting his harp down, Asmodean stood and stretched. He rubbed his hands gently as he glanced around. Boredom loomed. A moment of thought as he glanced around the now silent living room. Perhaps, he would spend some time with Di'aliz.
Adjusting the lace at his throat, he calmly walked down the white stone hall to her room. The soft sound of his robe on the stone floor. Her door was pulled to, but not shut. It was best to knock, and he did so discreetly.
Reluctantly setting his harp down, Asmodean stood and stretched. He rubbed his hands gently as he glanced around. Boredom loomed. A moment of thought as he glanced around the now silent living room. Perhaps, he would spend some time with Di'aliz.
Adjusting the lace at his throat, he calmly walked down the white stone hall to her room. The soft sound of his robe on the stone floor. Her door was pulled to, but not shut. It was best to knock, and he did so discreetly.