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July 6th, 2004

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03:30 pm - A Leisurely Awakening

Sorry Guys! Been busy busy busy! But today's my day off! Woohoo! Game on!

Carl, get ahold of me so we can finish the Meir/Bianca stuff! Even if we have to do it by phone, I can record it, and then post the end of it!



After a pleasant early morning sleep, the mannor begins to bustle. Food smells begin to waft through the hallways, servants and residents begin moving throught the under tunnels, and there is simply a intoxicating thrum of vitality that can be sensed from the very walls of this strange, strange place.

Laelith came down to the tavern's main room, a door appearing at her touch that hadn't been there earlier, the door, no doubt, leading to the vast city housed within and below this hilltop abode. Upon entering, she called awake the torches and light-globes that illuminated the forever dark room, the room that had indeed earned the tavern it's name. She was clothed in a gold-emboriderd shift of cerulean linnen, a rich gift of fabric brought to her by the Mistress at one point in time or another, and one of her favorite day-bound garments. Her dusty red hair was loose, and sapphire eyes lined with khol, a simple vanity she humored herself with. She called in a myriad of juices and the breakfast meal from the vast kitchens, pulling out pieces of fruits, breads, and pastry. Settling herself at one of the marble tables, she began to pick at her meal, wondering what the day would bring for her.

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Date:July 7th, 2004 03:31 pm (UTC)
The tip of the Gryphon's tail twitches absently, and he cocks his head sideways at the passing man, his eyes moving up and down his figure, and then moving back towards the chained woman.
He stands up, clicks his beak once, and reaches out a talon towards the woman, lightly tracing the curves of her face with the sharp tip, watching as the color of her skin turns white with fear.
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Date:July 7th, 2004 07:40 pm (UTC)
Frowning as the girl is examined, Cirrac's wings flutter, one slipping slightly off his shoulder before he returns it to a resting position again.

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