The Little Things

Apr 01, 2006 15:44

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 ( Read more... )

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shadarsedai April 1 2006, 22:12:25 UTC
"Come iii-in."

Her voice is almost sing-song from inside the room. It frightens the servants a good deal to be greeted this way, and there's a new girl about who Di'aliz likes to confuse. Harmless fun.

The Chosen is sitting at her desk and holding a pen, but without any papers before her. She had been contemplating adding another delicate drawing to the pale wood.

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forsaken_bard April 1 2006, 22:22:25 UTC
Shaking his head slightly, Asmodean carefully stepped into the room. She had her amusements. A glance around the room, he was never above being careful.

"I hope that I am not disturbing, my lady."

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shadarsedai April 1 2006, 22:27:58 UTC
Di'aliz beams into the mirror when she sees him enter. The pen is replaced merrily on the table with a click.

"Of course not. What brings you up here, Asmodean?"

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forsaken_bard April 1 2006, 22:36:20 UTC
A calm shrug as he stood in the entry way. Folding his aching hands in front of him, he spoke calmly.

"Nothing important certainly, I was simply inquiring as to someone to chat with."

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