<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/M00nchy1de/Vitani.jpg)</div><br/>*She listened quietly, with her hands fidgeting in front of her.  She dearly wanted to be doing something.  She had always enjoyed the preparations for Bel Tine.  It was a strange thing, but it had been some of her dearest and best memories of home.*<br/><br/>Oh yes, I believe I have seen the girl who likes him.  If looks could kill, I’d be dead now.<br/><br/>*She smiled at Marin’s compliment.*<br/><br/>Daniel requested especially that I braid it.<br/><br/>*There were moments during this conversation with Marin that Vitani just wanted to cry. She so missed her mother sometimes.*<br/><br/>Let him catch me? Oh no. I think we both have a good grasp of how things are.<br/><br/>*There was the merest hint of sadness in her tone.  Though she was having fun, it all reminded her of home. Marin’s teasing brought her back from that sad, lonely place. She couldn’t help but laugh and blush just a little.*<br/><br/>I suppose not.<br/>