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Post by max on Feb 23, 2010 16:47:45 GMT 10
Lady Stardust III PG 215 Joren 1/E Moar. ____________________________________
‘I didn’t sign myself up for it,’ he scowls, draining his glass in a single breath before placing the glass upside down upon the bench. ‘You… you coerced me into it!’ Kel looks from icy knight to sun-kissed, and Zahir rolls his eyes. ‘You know you want this Joren. I’m just… helping you along. I wagered him,’ he explains to Keladry, ignoring the angry sounds emanating from his friend. ‘Must have been some wager,’ she remarks. ‘His horse.’ ‘You wagered your horse?’ Her eyes are tuned in on his own again, and all of a sudden – the alcohol hitting his bloodstream – he can see her, perfectly, every eyelash, every freckle, the slits in her eyebrows, the perfect curve of her mouth, can’t speak. Fortunately, ‘He did,’ says Zahir smoothly smug. ‘And what about you?’ asks Faleron, frowning at the Bazhir, but unable to hide the smile quivering his at the corner of his mouth. ‘Well that’s why he’s so worked up, you see.’ And he can’t hide the victorious smile on his face. ‘He forgot to make me stake anything.’ Further conversation is cut off though, as the tavern owner, his voice made louder by a spell, calls out ‘And now we have Sir Joren of Stone Mountain, singing for your listening pleasure, Larry Sawdust!’
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Post by bubbles on Feb 24, 2010 2:43:31 GMT 10
I adore your version of Zahir. Really, i do.
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Post by max on Feb 24, 2010 6:35:48 GMT 10
I'm glad His coolness is totally underplayed imo.
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