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Kiara · 01-07-2003, 01:53 PM

Rhiannon continued to scowl in her dusty domain. "Notations indeed" she snorted, driving her quill pen into the ink so forcefully she broke the nibbed tip, though she didn't notice this at first. Her hands, though shapely and soft, due to her delicate work, were nonetheless covered with the stains. Too many jousts with the ink-bottle, it seemed. She was running no risk of failing to finish her duties. In fact, Rhiannon could have made three trips to the market place and back and stillbe able to finish the notations.

She looked down at her work with pride, her tight, even script yet containing a beauty and clarity that the other assistants could not attain. Just then she noticed the result of her flying temper. The tip of her pen was split nearly an inch down its length.

"Damn!!!" she muttered under her breath. (Yes, she did have a habit of swearing, but one she had cultivated merely to irritate her master....She smiled sardonically at his reaction from earlier). Rummaging in the drawers containing her supplies, she found she had broken the last of her quill pens. On the verge of uttering another curse, however, she checked herself with this new plan that had bolted through her mind.

"Ah! And I had thought it would be months before I could make it to the market place....But with all traders having closed shop to sell their goods at market, I have no choice but to find what I need there....and with good excuse, too, if I do run into my fine Mr. Dondarrion...."

And with that, she arrayed herself in her chocolate-colored cloak, eyes bright and sparkling with pleasure, the sardonic grin having spread to a half-smile. Rhiannon was really, almost, beautiful when she was happy....

01-07-2003, 01:53 PM	#38
Kiara Animated Skeleton Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: wish 'twere Ireland Posts: 50	Rhiannon continued to scowl in her dusty domain. "Notations indeed" she snorted, driving her quill pen into the ink so forcefully she broke the nibbed tip, though she didn't notice this at first. Her hands, though shapely and soft, due to her delicate work, were nonetheless covered with the stains. Too many jousts with the ink-bottle, it seemed. She was running no risk of failing to finish her duties. In fact, Rhiannon could have made three trips to the market place and back and stillbe able to finish the notations. She looked down at her work with pride, her tight, even script yet containing a beauty and clarity that the other assistants could not attain. Just then she noticed the result of her flying temper. The tip of her pen was split nearly an inch down its length. "Damn!!!" she muttered under her breath. (Yes, she did have a habit of swearing, but one she had cultivated merely to irritate her master....She smiled sardonically at his reaction from earlier). Rummaging in the drawers containing her supplies, she found she had broken the last of her quill pens. On the verge of uttering another curse, however, she checked herself with this new plan that had bolted through her mind. "Ah! And I had thought it would be months before I could make it to the market place....But with all traders having closed shop to sell their goods at market, I have no choice but to find what I need there....and with good excuse, too, if I do run into my fine Mr. Dondarrion...." And with that, she arrayed herself in her chocolate-colored cloak, eyes bright and sparkling with pleasure, the sardonic grin having spread to a half-smile. Rhiannon was really, almost, beautiful when she was happy.... __________________ "What if you slept, and what if in your sleep you dreamed, and what if, in your dream, you went to paradise and there plucked a beautiful flower...and what if when you awoke, you held that flower in your hand? Ah, what then?"