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Arien · 07-04-2003, 10:30 AM

Seated next to her sister, Alethea was positively content with how the first meeting of Findulas was going so far. Everyone seemed gracious enough to the new arrivals at the court, even if some felt hostility towards them within. Gazing around fleetingly she saw that the maids were doing there jobs, spying that is, with the up most conscientiousness and she was glad of this. No doubt that they would have acquired some imperative, and certainly rewarding information during the course of this nights proceedings. Herself for now would outwardly enjoy the night and the new appearance of a firm risk would not impede her performance, otherwise she would have her mother and sister to answer to. And so delicately reaching for her glass, which was now filled with a cherry wine she immersed herself into conversation with the sister that sat beside her.

“Dryea, and how goes this splendid night for you so far? Has the meeting of the Lady infuriated you?” she laughed quietly , so only her sister could hear.

“Why Alethea, no of course not!” she smiled, but Alethea could see the insignificant bit of sarcasm, concealed by her captivating eyes, “She lived up to my expectation. She is everything I thought she would be.”

“Beautiful? Smart? A perfect match for Denethor?” Alethea sipped the wine from her glass.

Dryea nodded, “She is more than that.” Alethea did not ask what the ‘more’ consisted of, she already knew. The two looked over to where she sat and they both smiled politely to her, this was nature to them of course. A private situation and maybe they would not be so thrilled with her presence. “Why do you ask any way?” Dryea turned back her eyebrow raised.

“Oh, well I overheard some people discussing the Lady, some do not seem as pleased at her emergence as others of the court do.”

“Well that is expected,” their mother turned to them, evidently in earshot of their conversation, “He is a popular man, many of the ladies her would gladly have is hand.” Her two daughter nodded and the trio looked over to Findulas again. She was surrounded by admirers, laughing, chatting, wide smiles upon their faces. Maybe they should enjoy it now, she thought to herself wondering what her mother and Dryea had in mind for Findulas.

[ July 04, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]

07-04-2003, 10:30 AM	#29
Arien Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: London/Leeds UK Posts: 417	Seated next to her sister, Alethea was positively content with how the first meeting of Findulas was going so far. Everyone seemed gracious enough to the new arrivals at the court, even if some felt hostility towards them within. Gazing around fleetingly she saw that the maids were doing there jobs, spying that is, with the up most conscientiousness and she was glad of this. No doubt that they would have acquired some imperative, and certainly rewarding information during the course of this nights proceedings. Herself for now would outwardly enjoy the night and the new appearance of a firm risk would not impede her performance, otherwise she would have her mother and sister to answer to. And so delicately reaching for her glass, which was now filled with a cherry wine she immersed herself into conversation with the sister that sat beside her. “Dryea, and how goes this splendid night for you so far? Has the meeting of the Lady infuriated you?” she laughed quietly , so only her sister could hear. “Why Alethea, no of course not!” she smiled, but Alethea could see the insignificant bit of sarcasm, concealed by her captivating eyes, “She lived up to my expectation. She is everything I thought she would be.” “Beautiful? Smart? A perfect match for Denethor?” Alethea sipped the wine from her glass. Dryea nodded, “She is more than that.” Alethea did not ask what the ‘more’ consisted of, she already knew. The two looked over to where she sat and they both smiled politely to her, this was nature to them of course. A private situation and maybe they would not be so thrilled with her presence. “Why do you ask any way?” Dryea turned back her eyebrow raised. “Oh, well I overheard some people discussing the Lady, some do not seem as pleased at her emergence as others of the court do.” “Well that is expected,” their mother turned to them, evidently in earshot of their conversation, “He is a popular man, many of the ladies her would gladly have is hand.” Her two daughter nodded and the trio looked over to Findulas again. She was surrounded by admirers, laughing, chatting, wide smiles upon their faces. Maybe they should enjoy it now, she thought to herself wondering what her mother and Dryea had in mind for Findulas. [ July 04, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ] __________________ "...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."