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Galadria · 07-02-2002, 01:37 PM

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"So," said Cythera,"this is the famous house." She wondered as she noted the relatively small size of the structure, at least compared to her family estate in which she dwelt with her husband, Odo. Cythera was the child of privilege and had grown to expect it, even after the years spent on the road with her friends. Galadria smiled to herself as she caught the faint hint of condescencion. "It has features that may surprise you, dear Cyth," she purred.
Cythera caught herself up sharply. She knew Galadria far too well to mistake that tone. "What features,Galadria? Tell me all, omit no detail!" She peered around as if to pry our the house's secrets, her pretty face screwed up into a comic grimace.
Galadria had to laugh at her friend. They had saved each others lives too often not to be able to forgive small trespasses. "Come and see, “she trilled, beckoning.
Attalus heaved a small inward sigh of relief. As expected, Cythera's arrival had put Galadria back into a good mood. The strange bowl, which he was beginning to dislike heartily, still sat on the table next to Smaractus' flask, but the dark mage had lately spent far less time brooding over it, concentrating on the flurry of preparations for Cythera's arrival. Odo, her husband and Attalus' long time boon companion, was ensconced on the couch, pouring from a flask of wine that he and Cythera had brought from their vineyard as a hospitality gift. Like Cythera he was a member of the nobility, even bearing the title of Baron, but he was far less wealthy, which is why they lived at her place. He beckoned to Attalus, proffering a brimming glass, and the two were quickly deep in conversation about hunting and war, for the while thankfully oblivious of their wives.
Galadria, observing this, left them to it and drew Cythera further into the house. The blonde mage, for her part, sensibly admired the rugs and furnishings, stopping here to comment on a statue, there to recognize a memento of their shared adventures. After a suitable interval, Galadria led the other woman up a small stair. They emerged onto a seemingly open roof, with a rich parquet on the floor, giving way to an intricately patterned tiled area in the center. Around this were evenly spaced three black wooden benches, partially covered with a purple cushion apiece.
Cythera's reddish brows went up. "But..",she started, trailing off. "But, Galadria, why all this, open to the weather, open to thieves..," she trailed off again. She looked sharply at Galadria, suspecting some trick, only to hear a partly suppressed giggle behind he. She turned about quickly.
Noemi stood there, looking much more stylish than Cythera remembered her, all done up in bright green satin robes instead of the black leather that had been her daily wear on the road. The two women rushed into each other's arms. "Em, my dear," Cythera managed, torn between gladness and curiosity. "What wonder are you two about to show me?"
The redheaded woman shot Galadria a quizzical look, accompanied by a raised eyebrow. “Has she guessed, then, Gal?“ she queried.
Galadria shook her head happily. “I don't think so,” she said tentatively, " but she knows something's ...odd." Galadria made a droll face, shooting her eyes to the apparently open city below. It was Noemi's turn, then. Assuming a bewildered expression, apparently the twin of Cythera's, she rushed to the parapet, jumped up, gathered herself for leap into the air. Cythera involuntarily squeaked. Then Noemi jumped, as far up and out as she could go...and fell back onto the floor. The blonde sorceress gaped.
Noemi, landing like a cat, as usual, stood on her tiptoes and grinned, like someone who has just performed a difficult feat. Glancing at her skeptically, Cythera walked slowly over to the parapet and reached out as far as she could go and felt an immovable barrier. “A force field,” she whispered, but I never heard of one so large.”
Later, when they were sitting down over wine similar to what the men were drinking, “Cythera asked, ”But how did you find it? And why do you need it? I mean, it is very grand…” her words trailed off as she thought of all the undesirable features, at least to her: relatively small size, unfashionable district, lack of a dance floor, and so on.
Galadria smiled as she considered her friend’s words. “Why, Cyth, you haven’t even thought of what is it’s most attractive feature. You can see the stars, on a clear night.“
The little blonde’s mouth puckered into an o. “You want it for the Ceremony of Tres. That’s why you asked me here,” she stated flatly. “But, Gal, what question do you want to ask?”
“I want to ask her,” Galadria replied cryptically, “what to put in a bowl.”

[ 07-02-2002, 01:39 PM: Message edited by: Galadria ]

07-02-2002, 01:37 PM	#3
Galadria 20th Level Warrior Join Date: November 3, 2001 Location: Texas Age: 55 Posts: 2,830	III "So," said Cythera,"this is the famous house." She wondered as she noted the relatively small size of the structure, at least compared to her family estate in which she dwelt with her husband, Odo. Cythera was the child of privilege and had grown to expect it, even after the years spent on the road with her friends. Galadria smiled to herself as she caught the faint hint of condescencion. "It has features that may surprise you, dear Cyth," she purred. Cythera caught herself up sharply. She knew Galadria far too well to mistake that tone. "What features,Galadria? Tell me all, omit no detail!" She peered around as if to pry our the house's secrets, her pretty face screwed up into a comic grimace. Galadria had to laugh at her friend. They had saved each others lives too often not to be able to forgive small trespasses. "Come and see, “she trilled, beckoning. Attalus heaved a small inward sigh of relief. As expected, Cythera's arrival had put Galadria back into a good mood. The strange bowl, which he was beginning to dislike heartily, still sat on the table next to Smaractus' flask, but the dark mage had lately spent far less time brooding over it, concentrating on the flurry of preparations for Cythera's arrival. Odo, her husband and Attalus' long time boon companion, was ensconced on the couch, pouring from a flask of wine that he and Cythera had brought from their vineyard as a hospitality gift. Like Cythera he was a member of the nobility, even bearing the title of Baron, but he was far less wealthy, which is why they lived at her place. He beckoned to Attalus, proffering a brimming glass, and the two were quickly deep in conversation about hunting and war, for the while thankfully oblivious of their wives. Galadria, observing this, left them to it and drew Cythera further into the house. The blonde mage, for her part, sensibly admired the rugs and furnishings, stopping here to comment on a statue, there to recognize a memento of their shared adventures. After a suitable interval, Galadria led the other woman up a small stair. They emerged onto a seemingly open roof, with a rich parquet on the floor, giving way to an intricately patterned tiled area in the center. Around this were evenly spaced three black wooden benches, partially covered with a purple cushion apiece. Cythera's reddish brows went up. "But..",she started, trailing off. "But, Galadria, why all this, open to the weather, open to thieves..," she trailed off again. She looked sharply at Galadria, suspecting some trick, only to hear a partly suppressed giggle behind he. She turned about quickly. Noemi stood there, looking much more stylish than Cythera remembered her, all done up in bright green satin robes instead of the black leather that had been her daily wear on the road. The two women rushed into each other's arms. "Em, my dear," Cythera managed, torn between gladness and curiosity. "What wonder are you two about to show me?" The redheaded woman shot Galadria a quizzical look, accompanied by a raised eyebrow. “Has she guessed, then, Gal?“ she queried. Galadria shook her head happily. “I don't think so,” she said tentatively, " but she knows something's ...odd." Galadria made a droll face, shooting her eyes to the apparently open city below. It was Noemi's turn, then. Assuming a bewildered expression, apparently the twin of Cythera's, she rushed to the parapet, jumped up, gathered herself for leap into the air. Cythera involuntarily squeaked. Then Noemi jumped, as far up and out as she could go...and fell back onto the floor. The blonde sorceress gaped. Noemi, landing like a cat, as usual, stood on her tiptoes and grinned, like someone who has just performed a difficult feat. Glancing at her skeptically, Cythera walked slowly over to the parapet and reached out as far as she could go and felt an immovable barrier. “A force field,” she whispered, but I never heard of one so large.” Later, when they were sitting down over wine similar to what the men were drinking, “Cythera asked, ”But how did you find it? And why do you need it? I mean, it is very grand…” her words trailed off as she thought of all the undesirable features, at least to her: relatively small size, unfashionable district, lack of a dance floor, and so on. Galadria smiled as she considered her friend’s words. “Why, Cyth, you haven’t even thought of what is it’s most attractive feature. You can see the stars, on a clear night.“ The little blonde’s mouth puckered into an o. “You want it for the Ceremony of Tres. That’s why you asked me here,” she stated flatly. “But, Gal, what question do you want to ask?” “I want to ask her,” Galadria replied cryptically, “what to put in a bowl.” [ 07-02-2002, 01:39 PM: Message edited by: Galadria ]