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Post by Lunavyre on Jun 16, 2008 17:29:55 GMT
Luna sits at the head of the room, her legs out in front of her resting rather disrespectfully on the grand oak table, the sharp heels of her boots threatening to scratch the lacquered finish of the wood. She raises an eyebrow at the entrance of Peregrin but displays no other sign that she has acknowledged her but instead twists her dagger lightly into the palm of her hand, careful not to pearce the skin.
"I'd sit down, I think they'll be a while..." Luna says at last, finally taking her feet from the table and throwing them over the arm of her chair instead so that she is now sideways. She eyes the woman cautiously with a temperamental sort of pout. Best play it safe for now, this lady was a lot taller than Luna...
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Post by Peregrin on Jun 16, 2008 17:53:04 GMT
Peregrin stepped into the room and looked around. She remembered this place. She glanced at the ornate fire place and felt the heat drifting over and caressing her face even from this distance. This is where she first met Luna. If this is even the same Luna... It appeared that she didn't remember who Peregrin was, so decided not to bring anything up. 'I'd rather stand to be honest' replying simply to the small woman, leaning back slightly to look out the door, see if Khai was alright. She couldn't see anything so turned back to the centre of the room and observed Luna, as she sat and started playing with her dagger. Peregrin relaxed slighty realising that she wasnt brought in here for a fight. Peregrins legs started to ache. She now wished that she had taken the offer of a seat, but her stubborness refused to go and sit down. Starting to fidget from the unnerving stare from Luna and wanting to sit, she walked towards the fireplace and rested her staff on the side so the wood wouldn't dry out too much.
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Post by Lunavyre on Jun 16, 2008 21:51:24 GMT
Slumped in the ornate chair Luna shuffles awakwardly... It wasn't particularly comfortable. As usual her Lord had gone for the decadent appearance of this piece of furniture over practicality... She smiled, shifting in the seat to sit properly. The warmness of His lips on her skin still lingered and she was in a better mood for it, however hard she tried to disguise it. Luna wipes the smile from her face, replacing if with the usual stormy profile. Where did she know this woman from? her mannerisms were vaguely familiar, her hair in that funny style... snakes like a gorgon... Luna suppresses a sneer. She would surely remember such unusual style?
She pushes the leg of a nearby chair with her foot inviting the elven lady to take it, her height was undeniable intimidating...
For lack of conversation Luna strikes at the only thing she can think of saying to this lady. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
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Post by Lunavyre on Aug 4, 2008 19:59:35 GMT
Luna sits bolt upright and stands slowly, her eyes transfixed on the closed the doors that lead back out into the hall beyond. Something was wrong, something ugly and unthinkable had happened in the next room and Luna could feel it.
Without waiting for an answer from the elf, Luna dashes from the room, her skin deathly pale...
((Exit Lunavyre))
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