Post by Shaft on Jun 13, 2008 3:39:50 GMT -5
Could you describe her one more time please?
::Shaft asked of the woman once more. He knew it had to be her. That description couldn't possibly fit anyone else. But he had no room for mistakes this time. One more assurance couldn't hurt::
Woman: Of course. She was beautiful. The most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. Although I suppose sorcery can keep a woman young. I could do with a little of that myself. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, she was breathtaking with sand colored skin, black hair and a stunning pair of purple eyes. Kind hearted too, if a little abrasive. I don't know what would have become of my little Iole if she hadn't come along. Although I wish she'd write. I haven't heard from her in almost a year.
::She raised the teacup to her lips, noticing with chagrin that the man who had only referred to himself as Shaft had not taken so much as one sip of the tea she had offered::
Woman: By the way, how is it exactly that you know this... Natalia I think her name was.
::Shaft tried not to show the burning hate that welled within him at the very mention of that name::
Just an old... schoolmate of mine I've been trying to get back in touch with. Nothing important really. So where exactly did you say she was?
Woman: Oh, last I heard she was living in a big house by the sea somewhere. I suppose she thought the sea air would do my little girl's health good. Do tell her hello for me.
::Shaft smiled as politely as he could::
I'll be sure to pass along the message miss...
Woman: Diana. Diana Blakeney.
Of course. Thank you for the tea, and for your help.
::He rose from his seat in the sitting room to show himself to the door. Diana couldn't help but notice the way his right arm dangled at his side::
Diana: Um... forgive me for prying, but... what exactly happened to your arm.
::Shaft looked over his shoulder, grinned back at her and explained::
Hunting accident.
::He gathered his cloak from the hook on the wall by the door and stepped out of the house into the cool night air. He took up his spear which he had left against the door, sighing when he had to use his left hand to grip it. He began taking purposeful steps down the dark avenue and whispered softly into the blade::
Looks like our hunt begins anew old friend.
(OOC: Anyone reading this can probably understand at last where Iole gets her rambling from)
::Shaft asked of the woman once more. He knew it had to be her. That description couldn't possibly fit anyone else. But he had no room for mistakes this time. One more assurance couldn't hurt::
Woman: Of course. She was beautiful. The most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. Although I suppose sorcery can keep a woman young. I could do with a little of that myself. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, she was breathtaking with sand colored skin, black hair and a stunning pair of purple eyes. Kind hearted too, if a little abrasive. I don't know what would have become of my little Iole if she hadn't come along. Although I wish she'd write. I haven't heard from her in almost a year.
::She raised the teacup to her lips, noticing with chagrin that the man who had only referred to himself as Shaft had not taken so much as one sip of the tea she had offered::
Woman: By the way, how is it exactly that you know this... Natalia I think her name was.
::Shaft tried not to show the burning hate that welled within him at the very mention of that name::
Just an old... schoolmate of mine I've been trying to get back in touch with. Nothing important really. So where exactly did you say she was?
Woman: Oh, last I heard she was living in a big house by the sea somewhere. I suppose she thought the sea air would do my little girl's health good. Do tell her hello for me.
::Shaft smiled as politely as he could::
I'll be sure to pass along the message miss...
Woman: Diana. Diana Blakeney.
Of course. Thank you for the tea, and for your help.
::He rose from his seat in the sitting room to show himself to the door. Diana couldn't help but notice the way his right arm dangled at his side::
Diana: Um... forgive me for prying, but... what exactly happened to your arm.
::Shaft looked over his shoulder, grinned back at her and explained::
Hunting accident.
::He gathered his cloak from the hook on the wall by the door and stepped out of the house into the cool night air. He took up his spear which he had left against the door, sighing when he had to use his left hand to grip it. He began taking purposeful steps down the dark avenue and whispered softly into the blade::
Looks like our hunt begins anew old friend.
(OOC: Anyone reading this can probably understand at last where Iole gets her rambling from)