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Detheriel
"Delicious" an extremely happy Detheriel mumbled, holding the bowl up to his lips and spooning the porridge into his mouth with his fingers.
Upon hearing Isokla's question, he paused for a moment and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth to make sure no porridge was stuck in his rapidly growing beard.
"Ach, I don't wish to speak of it, Lady" he said in a dismissive, yet light-hearted manner.
Then more seriously:
"Believe me, it was for his own good. Both him and you will be better off for it."
"As for where he's gone...well I expect he's just gone to..er..freshen up with a quick stroll."
Detheriel returned her warm reassuring smile from earlier. "He'll be fine" he asserted confidently.
He grinned:
"Besides, I'm sure the smell of your cooking will lure him back faster than you think!" With that, he lifted the bowl to his lips once more and drained the last remnants of the porridge in one swift motion.
[ 04-27-2006, 07:50 PM: Message edited by: shamrock_uk ]
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