Meleth looked at him thoughtfully, her delicate features thrown into relief by the moonlight. "I suppose if you desire my company there is no reason for me to decline," she said slowly. "Though I am not very experienced."

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"Whoever said I was?"he said, still smiling "Unless you wish to stay here. I will not force you."

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Meleth treated him to a rare smile. "You would not be successful if you tried," she told him demurely, and dropped a small curtsey. "If you will excuse me, I shall ready myself to depart."

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"And I shall stay here, as I have nought to pack." he added serenly, bowing his white head at her, feral teeth glinting in the darkness.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Meleth strode away, her silvery hair glinting in the moonlight and swirling around her like a cloak. She reached her small set of rooms and quickly packed her own essentials, also changing into an intricately embroidered red tunic and leggings, along with light elvish boots.
As she stood in front of a large mirror winding her hair into braids and then coiling them sturdily around her head, she thought about this Sadron. Something is different about him, she thought, and I do not know what to make of it.
Finishing, Meleth slung her small bag over her slender shoulder and went swiftly to the stables, where she led out her trim little palomino mare. The last thing she did was to tie two medium-length knives in their sheaths to her belt, and sling a quiver of arrows over her back. She grabbed her bow and headed back to the garden, still thinking absently.

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Sadron sat there, staring into the cold reflection of the water, seeing his own reflection. It startled him, as it always did. He was too pale, too tale, and his hair was too white. Disgusted he splashed at the water letting ripples distort the image.
He straightend at the sound of footsteps, his hair falling in shimmering waves down his back. It was the girl.
In an instant he was behind her, trapping the elf in his arms, a slow smile lighting over his features.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Meleth suppressed a shriek and twisted violently, not escaping but turning in his tight grasp so that she faced Sadron. She looked at him, surprised, for a moment, looking as if she might say something but not having the words. Finally she queried softly, "Might I ask why you did that?" and pushed against him, futilely trying to escape.

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"[I] Enjoy it." he murmered, gazing into her eyes, and smiling again, showing his teeth. He lossend his arms slightly, and gazed around.

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Meleth pulled away immediately and looked at him, bemused. She seemed about to say something but decided not to, and recaptured the halter of her horse, which had wandered away a little. "Shall we, er, depart?" she asked a little uncertainly.

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"If thats what you want,may I?" he gently laid her hand on his arm, and walked her down to the stabels. Quickly fitting a bridel on a chestnut mare.
The horse whickered slightly, and nuzzeled the woman fondly.
The half-elf humphed, and gestured with long slender hands "Alas, fair lady, I have no second horse, mayhap you would ride Mirima with me?"

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(hey Mel, and Rhav, could you find a way to include my char in this? Couse my char really has nothing to do...)

Rochendilwen sighed, and walked to the stable. She wasn't tired, and there was really nothing to do. She saw two people at the corner of her eye, sighing again, she went inside the stable, and in her horse's stall. She patted the black mares broad neck, and slipped a leather bridle over the horse's head, and eased the silver bit into the horse's mouth.
"I know it's weired of me to be going on a second ride, this time no saddle, but there is nothing else for me to do, Fëaelen"

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

[Sure -pokes Mel- Your post-]

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Meleth shook her head, and looked fondly at her palomino mare. "This is Minuial," she told Sadron, patting her nose. "She belonged to my father, so she is no longer young, but I think she can make a few more journeys yet." She turned and caught movement in the corner of her eye. Another was in the stable, also mkaing ready a horse. She looked away before the other saw her staring, but she was curious.

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Sadron sighed playfully, and pulled himself onto his mare, grinning fondly. His sharp eyes caught the objekt of his friend curiosity, and he waved, eyes glittering"Good evening!"he called out.

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

Rochendilwen led her mare out of her stall when she heard someone call good morning. She looked to see who it was, and when found the one who had said it, she answered, "good morning."

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08