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Aylwen Dreamsong · 02-10-2005, 08:02 PM

Lady Hababa brought a smile to Gjeelea's face; something about the woman was unbelievably kind and warm. For a moment the princess wondered why Lord Korak grew to be a man of such grim bitterness. Lord Korak entered and sat on the other side of the room, away from Gjeelea. A slightly perplexed look came across Lady Hababa's aging face, but she dismissed it and sat on a cushioned chair between the betrothed couple.

"It is cheery news indeed, Lady Hababa, that we should be married within the month," Gjeelea murmured, looking down at her lap as she spoke. Her voice was indifferent and uncaring. What other current affairs could be considered as 'cheery'? The princess wondered at the lack of actual happiness in her life. "Surely it pleases Korak?"

"Indeed," Korak uttered the simple agreement in a low grumble, an impatient grunt that brought Gjeelea's gaze flickering upward to meet his. Outside, a similarly low, almost inaudible rumble could be heard. Thunder? Gjeelea worried suddenly.

"Oh, this weather is truly dreadful," Lady Hababa complained, glancing over at the chair upon which Gjeelea's wet clothes were hung to dry. Then she looked to Gjeelea. "You really should stay until the storm is over."

"If it does not trouble you," Gjeelea said with a false smile. "I would very much enjoy your company until the storm passes."

"That is well then," Lady Hababa smiled as well. She looked at her son. "When will the wedding take place?"

02-10-2005, 08:02 PM	#176
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	Lady Hababa brought a smile to Gjeelea's face; something about the woman was unbelievably kind and warm. For a moment the princess wondered why Lord Korak grew to be a man of such grim bitterness. Lord Korak entered and sat on the other side of the room, away from Gjeelea. A slightly perplexed look came across Lady Hababa's aging face, but she dismissed it and sat on a cushioned chair between the betrothed couple. "It is cheery news indeed, Lady Hababa, that we should be married within the month," Gjeelea murmured, looking down at her lap as she spoke. Her voice was indifferent and uncaring. What other current affairs could be considered as 'cheery'? The princess wondered at the lack of actual happiness in her life. "Surely it pleases Korak?" "Indeed," Korak uttered the simple agreement in a low grumble, an impatient grunt that brought Gjeelea's gaze flickering upward to meet his. Outside, a similarly low, almost inaudible rumble could be heard. Thunder? Gjeelea worried suddenly. "Oh, this weather is truly dreadful," Lady Hababa complained, glancing over at the chair upon which Gjeelea's wet clothes were hung to dry. Then she looked to Gjeelea. "You really should stay until the storm is over." "If it does not trouble you," Gjeelea said with a false smile. "I would very much enjoy your company until the storm passes." "That is well then," Lady Hababa smiled as well. She looked at her son. "When will the wedding take place?" Last edited by Aylwen Dreamsong; 02-10-2005 at 09:18 PM.