Posted by Xerxes on September 23, 19100 at 13:54:24:
In Reply to: Master Xerxes Posted by ja`shena {GS} on September 23, 19100 at 11:16:31:
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: ~the girl takes the writing stick into her small hand and her fingers tremble at first then her strokes become soft and flowing as she writes
: ~she stops to brush back a few unruly golden curls that dare to fall and drag over her small note
: ~she smiles warmly thinking about One and then bites her lower lip as her thoughts stray and her cheeks blush
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: Master Xerxes the girl wished to let You know that she is cold without You near
: ja
: ~she smiles at the simple note and hopes it pleases Him to know she misses the warmth of His lap
: ~she replaces the writing stick and walks to the heat of the fires not nearly as warm as His lap
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*Smiling as I read the girl's words*... You should never be allowed to be cold, little one. We should do something to permanently rectify that! *grinning, knowing that she will understand what I mean*
Xerxes
Musician of Gorean Shores
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