Her brow furrowed at his words, and she sat back from him. 'What I am thinking is that I will leave you to your solitude. Well do I know the safety of one's own company. Signal to me or to one of the servers should you need your drink refilled, good Sir.'
Pio picked up her apron, and standing, wrapped it once again around her. A small smile played about her lips as she bid the fair-haired stranger fare well. In a wink, she had vanished into the crowd of the common room, hurrying back toward the bar to see to the other guests.
[ December 24, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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