Sírabel had finished her chat with the mysterious Eradan, who had asked to get some sleep, or at least that was what Sírabel had thought he had said, she was laready caught up in her day(or night rather) dreaming of what his stories might look like in colour. She was brought back by the chiming of a rather old clock nearby on the wall, so old that it was minus of many numbers.
"How am I supposed to tell time if there is no time to tell? I am terribly vexed." she frowned and sat with her arms crossed staring at the clock for many minutes, silent at that apart form the occasional mumble, "...so terribly vexed." Though she would not be alone for long.
Lanus had spent all day and all of the night delivering messages, like he usually did, apart form the day off (or several) which he had had when he met Sírabel. Lanus was tired and sore and in a very bad mood that night. "Miss Delone." he said shortly form behing her chair.
"What!" she exclaimed in an angered tone, as she tipped her head over the back of the chair to look at Lanus upside-down. "Look what youve done!" she replied next seeing that the clock began to chime again. "It's half past the hour!"
"Whats that got to do with anything?" stated Lanus taking a seat. "Besides, i have news"
"Well, have i ever cared for news my dear friend?" snapped Sírabel in a childish tine. "I have some for you, and here it is; you smell like your horse."
"Im flattered Sí, i really am, but look here. I managed to find somewhere just outside of the shire who is looking for an artist to paint a picture of their farm house." Lanus looked pleased wiht himself.
"Fantastic." she muttered dryly.
"Are you not happy?" he asked
"I piant real things, not farm houses. Oh look, dont be like that! I give you thumbs up for spirit."
"Spirit or no, im going to get a room and sleep for the night, i encourage you to do the same, you must be tired with all your clock watching." and he stromed off angrily to the innkeeper and then up the stairs.
"Well" said Sírabel quietly. "Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."
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"Athena, stepping up behind him, visible to no one but Achillies, gripped his red-gold hair. Startled he made a half turn, and he knew her upon the instant for Athena." ~The Iliad~
~My lord, Éomer~
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