Skyedaughter,Sep 2 2006, 11:23 PM Wrote::::Faer skips over to the curved wooden staircase; dances up the stairs:::
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:::Faer, having changed into especially comely evening garb for the poetry reading, goes over to Bernard's table and sits:::
Well, Bernard, glad ta see yer still here, an' Skye said to thank you very much for the tips you sent her. She still be fussin' with her clothes. I luv 'er like me own mother ... well, she's not quite old enuf fer that, but ye gets me meaning, I think. By the halo of Eris, Skye be that much of a perfectionist. Everything must match... earrings, necklaces, bodice, underskirts, boots and whatever little pretties she decides ta tuck in between her long locks. But, she's plannin' on readin' 'erself, and she's that excited to know that some friendly faces are already among the folk comin' in the door.
:::tosses golden locks behind her shoulders:::
An' ya got a swig left in that bottle fer me sir, or shall I git he another?
