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Post by Family Eng'winden on Sept 20, 2004 14:46:49 GMT -5
*Eowung stands up.*
Well if you'll excuse me Ameena, I have to finish up downstairs.
*She turns and leaves the room.*
*Thranor turns to Ameena.* Shall we make ourselves comfortable?
* He stands and gestures towards the comfortable seats.*
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Post by Ameena bin Qiyamah on Sept 20, 2004 15:00:56 GMT -5
'Mais naturellement, madame Eng'winden. Merci for dinner.'
She stands and walks with Thranor to the other seats. She sits down in one, relaxing more, finishing the rest of her wine.
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Post by Family Eng'winden on Sept 20, 2004 15:15:14 GMT -5
*Thranor smiles at Ameena.*
So tell me, where did you meet Sadron?
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Post by Ameena bin Qiyamah on Sept 20, 2004 15:23:17 GMT -5
She puts the empty glass down.
'At the academy, when Icarus and I stopped by there. Then again today, on the streets. He looked dejected, so I walked over to him to see what was wrong.'
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Post by Family Eng'winden on Sept 20, 2004 15:55:05 GMT -5
I see. Icarus would be your mount, yes?
I see. What did you get up to, if you don't mind my asking?
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Post by Ameena bin Qiyamah on Sept 20, 2004 16:00:10 GMT -5
'Oui, he is.
Sadron was kind enough to show me around the city some. We've been to Elysium, and the fair.'
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Post by Family Eng'winden on Sept 20, 2004 16:04:07 GMT -5
This was after school, yes?
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Post by Ameena bin Qiyamah on Sept 20, 2004 16:10:59 GMT -5
'Non, it was not. Sadron said he didn't have school today.'
She feels a bit uneasy telling his father this, knowing it most likely would get the boy into trouble. She hadn't believed the excuse herself, and she doubts Thranor would.
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Post by Family Eng'winden on Sept 20, 2004 16:17:34 GMT -5
*Thranor frowns.* Did he indeed.
You met him in Elysium?
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Post by Ameena bin Qiyamah on Sept 20, 2004 16:19:30 GMT -5
'Non, in the City-centre. I asked him to show me around, so he wouldn't wander alone.'
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Post by Family Eng'winden on Sept 20, 2004 16:25:25 GMT -5
Ah, thank you then Ameena. That was most thoughtful of you, in truth.
Please remember, if there is ever a question you want answered, come to me and I will research it for you. Or if you wish to see my wife for one of her treatments... please feel free.
Thranor seems to Ameena's senses to be slightly less tense than he had at the end of dinner - as if he has just heard some good news.
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Post by Ameena bin Qiyamah on Sept 20, 2004 16:32:50 GMT -5
'My pleasure, monsieur Eng'winden. He's a good boy.
Treatments, monsieur? What kind does she give?'
She sits back, feeling less nervous now as Thranor seems more at ease. She could still use a drink.
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Post by Family Eng'winden on Sept 20, 2004 16:36:32 GMT -5
Eowung runs the beauty parlour downstairs. She uses many different methods, from mundane diet advice
*he winces whe he says this*
through various oils and elixirs to potions that improve appearance, and so on. She calls herself an 'appearance therapist'.
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Post by Ameena bin Qiyamah on Sept 20, 2004 16:42:27 GMT -5
Noticing the wince at the mention of diet she smiles to herself. Dinner made more sense to her now.
'I'll keep it in mind, monsieur Eng'winden.'
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Post by Family Eng'winden on Sept 20, 2004 17:04:43 GMT -5
*Thranor looks at Ameena.*
Would you like another whisky, Ameena?
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