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[scionofkushiel]

Melisande, looking supremely relaxed and thoroughly pleased, lounges in a chair on the first floor, sipping red wine, her hair loose over her pale shoulders and blue eyes half-lidded, looking for all the world like a panther that has just fed. She tilts her head back and laughs a bit, then stands with utmost grace and moves over to a window,

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[sonofpellinore]

Oh, Lamorak knows that look. And he really should know better. But if she sees him, he'll certainly offer a small, chivalrous bow.

[scionofkushiel]

Melisande certainly sees him, and she smiles and curtseys slightly. "Greetings. I don't believe I've met you before?" she murmurs.

[sonofpellinore]

"No, my lady, I don't believe so. I am Sir Lamorak of Wales."

[scionofkushiel]

"Melisande Shahrizai, formerly of Kusheth," she says. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Lamorak." She gives him a small smile, her sapphire eyes alight.