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OOC>> Thanks a lot, Mistral. [img]smile.gif[/img] IC>>
ELIZA (The next morning, she is awakened by a bustle all around her. She quickly dons her chainmail, buckles on a sword belt, and puts her short sword into it. At first, Blandamour had wanted to get her a new weapon, but she had stubbornly insisted on keeping this one. Blandamour had finally examined it, and told her that she had done right, that it was an ancient blade that seemed to attuned itself to her. She still felt warm at the memory of how her stubbornness, of which she had been a little ashamed, had proven to be sound judgement, confirmed by her superior. She pulls a silk jupon over the armor, in Blandamour's colors, argent and azure, and puts a light helmet over her newly shorn red locks. There is no mirror, so that she cannot judge the effect. She blushes to think that the thought should have come unbidden into her head. She rushes to Blandamour's room to find him up and dressed.) "Good morrow my Lord. What shall we do today. The word is that we are not to march, yet."
[ 05-05-2002, 09:25 PM: Message edited by: Galadria ]
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