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 Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 9:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 7:47 pm
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Suddenly, as the door closed, Lifen felt bright, curious and almost begging gold eyes on her face, making the little Artisan's eyebrows raise a little defensively, mismatched eyes trying to get a guarded response. Hearing the little question and pleas from her basically summed up what the girl wanted.
"Oh Lan, I always wonder how well your ears tune in. I guess you have a good rumour-mill." She answered, first, sighing a little exasperatedly. Walking the little noblewoman to her table, going to offer her a seat, before sitting herself.
"It would be a lie if I said that it was not true, of course." She finally decided to admit, giving her a look. "He had shown up in the middle of the evening, looking nothing like what we are used to. Simply dressed and . . . very lost." She murmured quietly, sighing softly, looking down. "It did not start out as a good conversation - I used rather harsh words. . . ." She stated, furrowing her eyebrows a little. "I suppose he needed to hear them."
"Do you understand?" She asked, making sure the lady was on the same page.
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 9:44 pm
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"Mengyao is definitively Mengyao." She could only respond at first, allowing the ghost of a smile show up on her face, looking down at her cup softly. It was pretty much the perfect example of the nobleman. Shaking her head a little she looked up to the young Lady as she asked more questions, her face staying as pink as can be with the woman's no-hostages-taken kind of talk - which she appreciated so much.
"Comforts is a rather broad word." She started, looking up to Lan, as the noblewoman pointed a little obviously at her bed, allowing the softest laugh spill out, "not like that though. It was a serious talk, and he confessed his love for me, and I, him. But, I can assure you that our clothing stayed on the entire time." She finished, nodding curtly. "He just drained himself of energy from the fretting and the confession and realization that he was waging a losing war, that he took comfort in my bed."
Shrugging lightly, she sat back in her chair, breathing out of her nose softly. "I think we both felt it was rather bold that he even slept in my house, but, I do not regret it. I would have not lived with myself if I had let him find his way home, he was very vulnerable, shaking at one point. Does that make sense?"
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