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Sophia the Thunder Mistress · 07-08-2003, 10:28 AM

After the Party

Síriel flopped backward onto her bed without a second thought for her silk dress or the state of her shoes. She was tired and frustrated and intrigued all at once, and didn't want to stop to think about something as mundane as her clothes. A little maid bustling about the room occupied her eyes as her mind spun busily, reviewing the evening's events. The thought of the guard, Thenidir, brought a warm smile to her face, but recalling how he'd winked at that Emilia...

Síriel sighed heavily, a sound that brought her sister scurrying out of the small washroom that adjoined the bedroom. Tíriel shrieked in horror as she saw Síriel's sprawled form on the bed. "Sister get up, get up! Your dress will be ruined! Tíriel had been removing the pins from her hair, and it tumbled loose around her shoulders as she reached for Síriel's hands and pulled her to her feet. She moved around her sister to inspect the crumpled and twisted skirt. "Oh Síriel, you must be more careful." she sighed.

Síriel nodded as Tíriel lectured her on her childishness and her carelessness and all the other faults she likely had. Tír was staying tonight so that the sisters could go to Pelien's luncheon together, and for that Síriel was glad, she loved to have her sister with her. But she did tire of Tír's good sense sometimes, always so precise, so inoffensive. Síriel sighed again, as Tíriel pushed her toward the washroom and started taking down her hair.

"I do hope things go alright at Pelien's tomorrow." Tíriel was saying in a worried tone, "her daughter was always so interested in Denethor." Síriel grinned.

"And what girl wasn't, Sister? After all, little brother grew up handsome." she laughed. "Just because her daughter gave our brother a second look doesn't mean they're going to say nasty things about Finduilas." Tíriel nodded as the two women quickly exchanged their heavy dresses lighter nightclothes and left the washroom.

Several hours later when the chamber maids came in to tidy the washroom the sound of the two women whispering and giggling like little girls could still be heard behind the bedroom door. The maid shook her head, and then moved to pick up Síriel's dress, which had been abandoned on the floor in a turquoise pool.

07-08-2003, 10:28 AM	#57
Sophia the Thunder Mistress Scent of Simbelmynë Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Aboard Highwind, bound for Traverse Town Posts: 1,780	After the Party Síriel flopped backward onto her bed without a second thought for her silk dress or the state of her shoes. She was tired and frustrated and intrigued all at once, and didn't want to stop to think about something as mundane as her clothes. A little maid bustling about the room occupied her eyes as her mind spun busily, reviewing the evening's events. The thought of the guard, Thenidir, brought a warm smile to her face, but recalling how he'd winked at that Emilia... Síriel sighed heavily, a sound that brought her sister scurrying out of the small washroom that adjoined the bedroom. Tíriel shrieked in horror as she saw Síriel's sprawled form on the bed. "Sister get up, get up! Your dress will be ruined! Tíriel had been removing the pins from her hair, and it tumbled loose around her shoulders as she reached for Síriel's hands and pulled her to her feet. She moved around her sister to inspect the crumpled and twisted skirt. "Oh Síriel, you must be more careful." she sighed. Síriel nodded as Tíriel lectured her on her childishness and her carelessness and all the other faults she likely had. Tír was staying tonight so that the sisters could go to Pelien's luncheon together, and for that Síriel was glad, she loved to have her sister with her. But she did tire of Tír's good sense sometimes, always so precise, so inoffensive. Síriel sighed again, as Tíriel pushed her toward the washroom and started taking down her hair. "I do hope things go alright at Pelien's tomorrow." Tíriel was saying in a worried tone, "her daughter was always so interested in Denethor." Síriel grinned. "And what girl wasn't, Sister? After all, little brother grew up handsome." she laughed. "Just because her daughter gave our brother a second look doesn't mean they're going to say nasty things about Finduilas." Tíriel nodded as the two women quickly exchanged their heavy dresses lighter nightclothes and left the washroom. Several hours later when the chamber maids came in to tidy the washroom the sound of the two women whispering and giggling like little girls could still be heard behind the bedroom door. The maid shook her head, and then moved to pick up Síriel's dress, which had been abandoned on the floor in a turquoise pool. __________________ The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!