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Galadria · 06-02-2002, 02:31 PM

Okay, this is the rest of the first instalment:

“Certainly,” Grace replied. “Come along to the private sitting room. There will be no one else there at this hour.”
But she was proved wrong when they entered the comfortable little room, when a skull rose from a settee and gloated at both of them. “Well, Grace, look what you have brought me. My favorite thiefling, Annah. Come sit next to me, feebling, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear.”
“Morte, this is not the time,” Grace answered firmly. “Go pester Kensai-Serrit, or entertain those poor harlots, but we need privacy at this time.”
The skull seemed to grin, but bobbed off out the door, saying, “Well, when you need company again, you know who to call.” Grace firmly closed the door behind him, then seated herself next to the little tiefling.
“Well, Annah,” she began, “tell me about what you have been up to after we left the Fortress of Regrets. You ran off so fast that I didn’t even get a chance to say farewell. Where have you been staying, and why have you lost so much weight? You couldn’t have been eating regularly.”
“I dinnae,” the redheaded girl said slowly. “I went back to the buried village, saw some of me old mates, there, but I cannae keep my mind on anything. Eating doesnae seem to matter, or anything else that I mind. I didnae lack for coin, for I had picked up much when we…” she seemed to flinch at the word and darted a glance at her interlocutor to see if she had noticed, but Grace’s countenance kept its perfect composure, revealing nothing. “Were traveling together,” she finished. “But, as I say, I have no interest in anything, ay more. He is always in me thoughts, it’s like nothing else can find room. I needed to talk to someone, and naeone would speak of him, or call him to mind. They said I would get over it.” She gave a hollow laugh. “How can I? Except for old Stutter-Crutch, naeone has ever shown me a kindness or anything else but the back o’ their fist. I’ve got to find him. I just know that he needs me, somewhere. I would hae gone anywhere with him, but he wouldnae have me. Please help me, you are the only hope that I hae.” She put her face in her hands but did not weep, only dry, hacking noises came out.
Grace let her mourn for a while as she soothingly rubbed the distraught girl’s neck. When the shaking of Annah’s shoulders stopped, she spoke soothingly: “Yes, we all knew that you were in love with him, and I was afraid that it would be hard for you. I tried to speak to you about it, but you never would. But, that does not matter, you are here and we shall have to do something for you. Come, let us go down and get you a place to lie down and I shall get someone to bring you a tray of some food to eat, and perhaps some wine. When you have rested, seek me out and we shall talk again.

[ 06-02-2002, 02:34 PM: Message edited by: Galadria ]

06-02-2002, 02:31 PM	#6
Galadria 20th Level Warrior Join Date: November 3, 2001 Location: Texas Age: 55 Posts: 2,830	Okay, this is the rest of the first instalment: “Certainly,” Grace replied. “Come along to the private sitting room. There will be no one else there at this hour.” But she was proved wrong when they entered the comfortable little room, when a skull rose from a settee and gloated at both of them. “Well, Grace, look what you have brought me. My favorite thiefling, Annah. Come sit next to me, feebling, and whisper sweet nothings in my ear.” “Morte, this is not the time,” Grace answered firmly. “Go pester Kensai-Serrit, or entertain those poor harlots, but we need privacy at this time.” The skull seemed to grin, but bobbed off out the door, saying, “Well, when you need company again, you know who to call.” Grace firmly closed the door behind him, then seated herself next to the little tiefling. “Well, Annah,” she began, “tell me about what you have been up to after we left the Fortress of Regrets. You ran off so fast that I didn’t even get a chance to say farewell. Where have you been staying, and why have you lost so much weight? You couldn’t have been eating regularly.” “I dinnae,” the redheaded girl said slowly. “I went back to the buried village, saw some of me old mates, there, but I cannae keep my mind on anything. Eating doesnae seem to matter, or anything else that I mind. I didnae lack for coin, for I had picked up much when we…” she seemed to flinch at the word and darted a glance at her interlocutor to see if she had noticed, but Grace’s countenance kept its perfect composure, revealing nothing. “Were traveling together,” she finished. “But, as I say, I have no interest in anything, ay more. He is always in me thoughts, it’s like nothing else can find room. I needed to talk to someone, and naeone would speak of him, or call him to mind. They said I would get over it.” She gave a hollow laugh. “How can I? Except for old Stutter-Crutch, naeone has ever shown me a kindness or anything else but the back o’ their fist. I’ve got to find him. I just know that he needs me, somewhere. I would hae gone anywhere with him, but he wouldnae have me. Please help me, you are the only hope that I hae.” She put her face in her hands but did not weep, only dry, hacking noises came out. Grace let her mourn for a while as she soothingly rubbed the distraught girl’s neck. When the shaking of Annah’s shoulders stopped, she spoke soothingly: “Yes, we all knew that you were in love with him, and I was afraid that it would be hard for you. I tried to speak to you about it, but you never would. But, that does not matter, you are here and we shall have to do something for you. Come, let us go down and get you a place to lie down and I shall get someone to bring you a tray of some food to eat, and perhaps some wine. When you have rested, seek me out and we shall talk again. [ 06-02-2002, 02:34 PM: Message edited by: Galadria ]