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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 2, 2004 12:54:46 GMT -5
Thank you!
She sipped her tea, thinking.
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 7, 2004 5:08:57 GMT -5
He drinks his tea slowly.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 7, 2004 12:06:48 GMT -5
She finished her tea, and took her cup back to the tiny kitchen. She leaned against the wall, studying Ephen without appearing to do so.
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 7, 2004 12:25:32 GMT -5
Ephen Meleander is a broad-shouldered, tall, strong Elf, short blond hair, strong rough hands, dressed in simple clothes. There is a strength and a stubbornness about him- he's not a scholar and not the sort of no-nonsense man you would expect to care much for poetry or flowers or anything delicate, but if there's anything to do, he will do it, and get it done. One of his ears misses a small chip, like a cat's that's been fighting. Yet something in his eyes betrays that deep sadness, somewhere in the corner of the iris, neigh-imperceivable between all the toughness and roughness there, are kindness and sadness. He sips his tea.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 7, 2004 12:44:23 GMT -5
Such a short lifespan and still they worried so much about things they could not change. Such sadness, over what?
She smiled pleasantly, a bit vapously in case he cared to look at her, and walked over to him.
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 7, 2004 13:28:44 GMT -5
He seems to be lost in thought and notices her approach only when she is quite near, and then gives her a bit of a puzzled look, as if he's wondering what she is doing, or maybe even, for a brief moment, what another person is doing in his house.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 7, 2004 13:41:10 GMT -5
It's only me. You look sad.
As on impulse, she hugged him.
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 7, 2004 13:45:28 GMT -5
He looks shocked for a moment or two, then pushes her away and gets up, steps back from her a few paces, growls at her.
None of your business and don't do that!
His faces blazes with anger, but his thoughts are rather in a chaotic confusion than actually angry. Maybe this is the most convenient way, the easiest way for him, to express his confusion without showing it.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 7, 2004 13:54:12 GMT -5
She backed away, tears in her blue eyes.
I'msorryIdidn'tmeantoupsetyouI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry.
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 7, 2004 13:57:39 GMT -5
He growls, but stands there helplessly, not sure what to do.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 7, 2004 14:06:31 GMT -5
Blinking away her tears she looked at him. She looked smaller and more helpless than she had done knocking on his door.
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 7, 2004 14:10:40 GMT -5
His mouth twitches, and he grabs his empty tea cup and stalks into the kitchen, where he furiously starts cleaning both cups, breaking the ear off of one of them.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 7, 2004 14:20:02 GMT -5
So upset he was, maybe she should do something about that.
Taking care not to make a sound, she positioned herself next to the opening to the kitchen, trying to make him stumble when he came back out of it.
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 7, 2004 15:21:00 GMT -5
He walks back out of the kitchen, eventually, frowning deeply.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 7, 2004 16:09:47 GMT -5
She tripped, falling against Ephen in such a way as to make him fall. She was heavier than her figure let on.
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