Ishtar sat curled up on the broad window ledge next to the front door of the manor, typing on a brand new laptop (as evidenced by a few errant bits of oddly-shaped polystyrene on the floor).
The crunch of the gravel made her look up, and she saw the door swinging open. Oops. In the flurry of unpacking her deliveries she had left her impractical stiletto boots right in the entryway.
"Mind my shoes!" she called as the hidden stranger walked through the door.
But her warning came too late. Wensley tripped headlong over the spiked boots, landing hard on the floor and skidding a few inches. Gingerly, he pushed himself up into a kneeling position.
"Ouch..." He looked blearily around, trying to find the source of the voice. However, something seemed to be hindering him...
"Excuse me, but could you help me find my glasses? They seem to have fallen off..."
"Are you hurt, I'm so sorry... Stupid of me to have left them... there" Ishtar set her laptop to one side and stubbed out here cigarette. She scanned the polystyrene and person strewn floor, finaly spotting the glasses. "Aha!"
She clambered down from the window-ledge and gingerly picked them up. They didn't seem to be broken. "Here you go. Are you alright?"
Wensley gingerly fixed his glasses back on his face and looked up at the source of the voice. At first, she was obscured in a breathtakingly beautiful golden light, as if she was a goddess. After shaking his head to clear it, however, he realised it must have just been the rays of the sun coming through the enormous bay window behind her. How ridiculous, to have thought...
"I'm fine, thank you," he replied politely, scrambling to his feet and dusting himself off. "Could you possibly tell me what is going on here?"
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The crunch of the gravel made her look up, and she saw the door swinging open. Oops. In the flurry of unpacking her deliveries she had left her impractical stiletto boots right in the entryway.
"Mind my shoes!" she called as the hidden stranger walked through the door.
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"Ouch..." He looked blearily around, trying to find the source of the voice. However, something seemed to be hindering him...
"Excuse me, but could you help me find my glasses? They seem to have fallen off..."
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She clambered down from the window-ledge and gingerly picked them up. They didn't seem to be broken. "Here you go. Are you alright?"
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"I'm fine, thank you," he replied politely, scrambling to his feet and dusting himself off. "Could you possibly tell me what is going on here?"
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