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Child of the 7th Age · 06-12-2003, 04:16 PM

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Pio's post

The party was not to begin until late afternoon, but Amaranthas had insisted they go several hours earlier to see that all was in order. ‘Miz Rose is in no condition to be seeing to all this.’ She gave Pio a meaningful stare. ‘You remember how tired and uncomfortable you were at your late stage. Imagine poor Rose who has to oversee all those other children, and run her house, too.’ Pio nodded her head yes, sympathizing fully.

Gilly had gotten the twins all set along with a large basket of all they might need while they were there. ‘We are not moving in, you know,’ chided Pio playfully, looking at the bulging basket. But her comment was met with a hmmph! and roll of the eyes from Gilly, implying that Miz Pio had no idea how necessary each of the items in the basket was. ‘All I am saying Gilly is than the supply basket is four times larger that the babies in their basket, and we are only going across the road to Sam’s house!’

Handing Pio the dress she had brought from the Inn for her, Gilly said nothing. She picked up the basket with the twins with one hand, and the basket of ‘necessaries’ in the other and went out the door, saying she would see Mistress Piosenniel in the cart.

Pio stripped off her comfortable clothes, leaving them in an untidy pile at the foot of the bed. She shrugged on the sea-green dress with the flowing sleeves and smoothed out the wrinkles with her hands. She tsk’d! at the silvered fillet that Gilly had found thrown into the trunk with the weapons and insisted that she wear to this ‘occasion’.

Her hair had grown out in this past year, and it fell in thick, dark waves to her waist. She pulled two twists of it back from her temples and bound them at the nape of her neck to keep her hair from falling into her face. Large grey eyes loomed out from a pale face as she regarded herself in the looking glass that hung above the wash stand in her room. Picking up the fillet she placed it on her brow, securing the ends in her pulled back hair. Gilly had also found a necklace for her to wear, and Pio smiled as she pulled it from its small velvet pouch. A small sea-star shell on a finely wrought silver chain. A gift from Mithadan when he came to the Shire.

She clasped it round her neck, and put her hand over it, wishing that he were there with her.

We are going to Cami’s wedding. I will wish her well for you. Take care, beloved.

Her left hand twisted the slender gold band on her right index finger for a moment, wondering what he had found out.

Pio tucked a stray wisp of hair behind her ear, and slipped her shoes on. As an afterthought, she strapped one of her short knives to her calf. Then she was out the door, her jar of flowers for Cami in her hands . . .

[ June 19, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

06-12-2003, 04:16 PM	#5
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	8 Cermië Pio's post The party was not to begin until late afternoon, but Amaranthas had insisted they go several hours earlier to see that all was in order. ‘Miz Rose is in no condition to be seeing to all this.’ She gave Pio a meaningful stare. ‘You remember how tired and uncomfortable you were at your late stage. Imagine poor Rose who has to oversee all those other children, and run her house, too.’ Pio nodded her head yes, sympathizing fully. Gilly had gotten the twins all set along with a large basket of all they might need while they were there. ‘We are not moving in, you know,’ chided Pio playfully, looking at the bulging basket. But her comment was met with a hmmph! and roll of the eyes from Gilly, implying that Miz Pio had no idea how necessary each of the items in the basket was. ‘All I am saying Gilly is than the supply basket is four times larger that the babies in their basket, and we are only going across the road to Sam’s house!’ Handing Pio the dress she had brought from the Inn for her, Gilly said nothing. She picked up the basket with the twins with one hand, and the basket of ‘necessaries’ in the other and went out the door, saying she would see Mistress Piosenniel in the cart. Pio stripped off her comfortable clothes, leaving them in an untidy pile at the foot of the bed. She shrugged on the sea-green dress with the flowing sleeves and smoothed out the wrinkles with her hands. She tsk’d! at the silvered fillet that Gilly had found thrown into the trunk with the weapons and insisted that she wear to this ‘occasion’. Her hair had grown out in this past year, and it fell in thick, dark waves to her waist. She pulled two twists of it back from her temples and bound them at the nape of her neck to keep her hair from falling into her face. Large grey eyes loomed out from a pale face as she regarded herself in the looking glass that hung above the wash stand in her room. Picking up the fillet she placed it on her brow, securing the ends in her pulled back hair. Gilly had also found a necklace for her to wear, and Pio smiled as she pulled it from its small velvet pouch. A small sea-star shell on a finely wrought silver chain. A gift from Mithadan when he came to the Shire. She clasped it round her neck, and put her hand over it, wishing that he were there with her. We are going to Cami’s wedding. I will wish her well for you. Take care, beloved. Her left hand twisted the slender gold band on her right index finger for a moment, wondering what he had found out. Pio tucked a stray wisp of hair behind her ear, and slipped her shoes on. As an afterthought, she strapped one of her short knives to her calf. Then she was out the door, her jar of flowers for Cami in her hands . . . [ June 19, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.