Mind's Eye (DarkestStryke and Imogen)
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				Title: <strong>Mind's Eye (DarkestStryke and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkestStryke</strong> on <strong>11-02-2009, 13:19:03</strong>
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				He moved towards the stage, old ragged cloak around him, bent over and looking like an old crippled man, staff tapping along the ground as he made his way through the crowd, and slowly up onto the wooden construct, turning to face them, voice faltering as he spoke.."L..ladies and gentlemen..welcome to the fayre and to this.. my humble little show"<br><br>He straightened quickly, tossing off cloak to reveal the resplendent multicoloured robe and pulling a pointy hat from out of nowhere and setting it on his head he bowed to the audience.."I am the Majestic Majorum wizard and illusionist at your service". He smiled and looked around the audience for a moment, before launching into his repertoire of tricks, rabbits from hats, flowers from out of his sleeve.<br><br>"Now for the final performance," he smiled softly.."I have need of a couple of volunteers".. several hands shooting up from the less fortunate members of the crowd, the rumour being that he tipped well for those who helped him out in his shows.. he smiled and picked several, before there was only one seat remaining. "And to make sure that all is fair, and I haven't simply put my own stooges.. perhaps one of the more affluent ladies would care to take a seat, to test me skills as it were, as we all know that those who are educated could never have their minds swayed by a simple hedge wizard like myself".. gaze flickered around the audience to see if anyone was brave enough, or foolish enough to put their minds and bodies into his tender and somewhat perverse care for the time being
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 18:42:48</strong>
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				Villagers and farmers alike made way for the group of nobles as they neared Majorum’s stage. “Oh look, a magician!” A pretty young thing with flaxen braids exclaimed, clapping her hands. Shuffling to the side, she cleared a path for her Mistress who approached the stage with a soft rustle of silken skirts. Two of her uncle’s guards fell in line behind the diminutive beauty.<br><br>Lady Caitlin’s beauty had been praised in song and prose, but here, amidst the crowd of poorly dressed villagers, she was more than beautiful. Despite her height, or lack thereof, Caitlin carried herself with regal grace. Her pale features held a charm and liveliness that was rare amongst the spoiled nobility, and beneath the coyly coiffed auburn curls her green eyes sparkled with humor. “Oh Mary, how often do I have to tell you… Magicians don’t travel the lands anymore.” <br><br>Mary pursed her lips and shook her head. “It’s a magician, Lady Caitlin. He’s got the look ‘bout ‘im.” She persisted stubbornly.<br><br>Caitlin laughed and rolled her eyes. “Silly girl. I’ll have to prove it to you.” Gathering her skirts, Caitlin ascended the few wooden steps leading up to the stage, holding out her hand, palm down, to be assisted by the old man.&nbsp; “Mistress… No! Lord Justus won’t like it…” Mary’s protest trailed off when it became evident Caitlin would do as she pleased. As usual, much to her uncle’s chagrin. Lord Justus might hold his lands in his merciless grip, he had very little influence on his capricious niece.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mind's Eye (DarkestStryke and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkestStryke</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 20:42:12</strong>
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				He smiled as he noted that little discussion between the pair and then moved towards the steps, happily taking hold of her hand and leading her towards the centre of the stage and the one remaining chair.. a little wave of hand, and an obvious kick to the chair leg, to let a little red carpet filter out from the base of it before he lead her to sit on it.."Your throne" he said politely, a little bow of head before he stepped back and turned to face the audience.<br><br>"What you will see here today might well astound and amaze, but before I can get to the important part of it, I require a couple of moments of silence".. he waited till the crowd fell silent and then turned round, pendant taken out from his robe and polished for a moment, before he dropped it to the floor, which got a hoot of laughter from the crowd.."Sorry" he muttered as he bent down to grab the pendant and cleaned it once again<br><br>"Right.. I want all of you to look at the pendant, watching it slowly as it swings from side to side" he intoned softly to his vic.. volunteers he mentally amended.."Your eyes will grow tired and they will close but you will still see the pendant swaying from side to side. Each swing of it will cause you to sink a little deeper into sleep, sinking deeper and deeper till all you can hear is my voice." His eyes watching each of the subjects to see who seemed to be falling asleep quicker
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mind's Eye (DarkestStryke and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 19:01:27</strong>
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				Caitlin politely hid her smile behind a delicate, gloved hand. Sparkling green eyes met Mary’s, and a brow was raised in a comical ‘I told you so’ fashion. Silk skirts rustles like a dove’s wings as she approached the chair and sat down, folding her hands demurely in lap. Her dimpled cheeks still held the remnants of a smile, deepening when the pendant rolled over the floor. <i>A magician… Indeed.</i> She chuckled inwardly, dealing the old man an amused glance. <br><br>She sighed a little and flicked her gaze to the heavens. Oh, this was tiresome already. But since her staying up here would absolutely infuriate Justus, Caitlin decided she could play along for another minute. Once the trickster’s aides were fast asleep, she would rise and walk away. Her eyes followed the pendant’s sway from left to right and back. It glittered dimly, and Caitlin saw Mary’s concerned eyes. <i>All’s well, you silly goose</i>, she wanted to say but it didn’t seem all that important. Her eyelids felt heavy and Mary’s face blurred. <br><br>The pendant swung back and forth. Left… Right….<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mind's Eye (DarkestStryke and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkestStryke</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 15:03:14</strong>
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				He watched as he continued to swing that pendant from side to side, monologuing continuing in a soft gentle tone, his eyes watching them slowly fall asleep, till all that remained was the lady and he smiled, stepping a little nearer to her as he licked lips and started a little different.."That's it.. fight all you like, you know that magick doesn't truly exist in the world, and so you won't be taken in by this.. just let your eyes close and then in a moment you'll be able to open them and claim I'm a shame"<br><br>He smiled as he knew that if her eyes closed she'd be his, but that little hint of determination had him curious and he regarded her a little differently from the usual animals he had to deal with.. perhaps with her he could have a fun little game that lasted beyond the usual making a mockery of themselves.<br><br>He resumed his speech, this time concentrating on her and her alone, to shift just a hint of his power to his will and force her to sleep, although no-one else would notice anything beyond the little tricks and devices he put out to camouflage his image.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mind's Eye (DarkestStryke and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 23:09:38</strong>
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				<br>A whimsical smile graced Lady Caitlin’s lips. “Now Sir, why would I do a thing like that?” She whispered amusedly. Green eyes refused to break away from the pendant’s sway and thick lashes trembled before floating to her cheeks. Her breathing calmed. Her chest rose and fell with a demure rustle of frothy lace. <br><br>Her surroundings were blurred and solidified; hyper sensitive ears picked up the crowd’s appreciative murmur, the kind glances and Mary’s shocked visage, which amused her endlessly. The sun warmed her flesh, a gentle breeze caressed her hair. Somewhere to her left, the magician recited the old prankster’s tricks for one of his victims. Sleep…., he urged and she knew the poor soul had fallen asleep. It never occurred to Caitlin to question her senses. Everything was perfect, as the wizard’s powers tricked her mind into slumber. <br><br>The crowd hushed when, one by one, the Magician’s volunteers drifted off to sleep. Even the mighty Lord’s niece appeared under the old man’s sway and nervous glances were exchanged amongst the villagers. As their unease grew, so did their silence. Even Mary stared enraptured at the stage, spellbound, like all other spectators, by promises of a rare and special treat being prepared.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mind's Eye (DarkestStryke and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkestStryke</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 12:31:02</strong>
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				He smiled as gaze swept across the volunteers to make sure they all seemed asleep and in the trance, a little mutter here and sweep of hand there before he finally stepped back, pendant still swaying and he coughed gently to clear his throat. "Now.. if anyone here isn't under my power, would they please stand up and walk back to the audience", his mental trigger for a few to start to rise, although he never knew who might follow the order, but if they rose then their first steps would turn into a little dance before they would return to the seat and sit back down again.<br><br>This was the telling time of course, not that he doubted what he could do, but the mind was a dangerous thing, and who knew what powers and strength's one might find within an unsuspecting form, he grinned and waited to see who'd dance and who'd stay still
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mind's Eye (DarkestStryke and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 18:32:51</strong>
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				Hands demurely clasped in the folds of satin and silk, Lady Caitlin's eyes flitted amusedly to the first villager stumbling to his feet. <br><br>He stomped towards the audience, growling in his beard, when his stride faltered. Kicking his feet out, the sturdy butcher grapped his stained apron and flapped the rough cloth, returning to his seat with a merry cross-caper. She laughed, but refrained from joining in on the applause; this charade had gone on long enough.<br><br>She rose in a graceful rustle of silk, gracing the audience with an enigmatic smile. Gasps rose from the crowd, jaws dropped, and Mary clutched her rosary. "The Lord save us all", she prayed, eyes upon her mistress. Lady Caitlin lifted the hem of her dress, showing dainty slippers as she moved lissomely to the edge of the stage, where a young man in livery awaiting to help her down. Laughing, Caitlin refused his aid. High atop the stage, she danced in courtly elegance with an unseen partner. Bowing to this invisible danseur, she offered her hand to an arm and whirled over the stage. Sweeping skirts offered a tantalizing view of slender ankles and the curve of a calf. <br><br>Auburn curls swayed with the rhythm, settling only reluctantly after the short, little dance was done, and the lady had returned to her seat. A mischievous smile still lingered on her lips and Caitlin's eyes were bright, almost unnaturally so.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkestStryke</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 16:01:43</strong>
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				He watched all that happened, lifting an eyebrow slightly at her motions, but he would bear that in mine, a little more resistance there then he had first thought.<br><br>"Well.. as no-one seems to want to leave, let us begin" he said, a little bow and flourish of hands to the crowd, before he slowly walked around the line of wide-eyed dreamers, pausing by the first village to have moved, a little dip of head as he whispered into the man's ear, and then moved on, each villager getting a series of instructions, before he arrived at the lady and paused for a moment, head dipping quietly..<br><br>"When I clap my hands three times, you will simply stand, twirl on the spot and sit back down" he said softly, "And once sitting down, although no-one else can see it.. you will notice a big yellow ball bouncing amongst the crowd, and try to warn people of it" he smiled and stood back up..."Well then".. hands clapped once, twice.. the line of sleepers stiffening, before he clapped a third time and things leapt into action<br><br>One man got up and did another little jig, before snorting like a pig, one decided it was time to proclaim he was a cow, dropping onto all fours and mooing loudly at anything that moved, a pair of ladies decided to dance with each other, tugging each close to the other almost as if they were lovers, and then it left the last lady, his eyes just watching her closely for actions
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				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 14:17:01</strong>
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				Caitlin laughed with the crowd when the other villagers performed their appointed tasks. She was not worried for herself, as she had proven –or so she thought- to be immune to the hedge wizard’s trickery. When it was her turn, she rose gracefully and her little twirl was rewarded by a guarded applause from the audience. While they appreciated the performance, no one dared to show their approval outright… The young lady’s uncle was a ruthless man, and the villagers feared retribution. <br><br>For that reason, they looked about scared when Caitlin jumped up and with a startled cry started pointing at the audience. “Watch out! Careful Sir!” She ran up and down the stage, waving her hands and pointing at the yellow ball that bounced between the villagers. Slender ankles showed as her skirts swept with her anxious strides. “Ma’am.. Look out!” What happened?! Had the Lord’s soldiers arrived? Confused, they looked at each other until it became clear the wizard was playing tricks on them. <br><br>Relieved laughter rippled through the crowd, louder and louder. <br><br>Caitlin didn’t understand the hilarity… Didn’t see that ball? Oh no, there it was again, bouncing towards a chubby milkmaid. Frantically, she pointed until the ball the bounced from view and Caitlin sank back into her seat with a sigh of relief.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>DarkestStryke</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 13:15:26</strong>
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				He smiled quietly as she did as was instructed, the look on her face as she went through the motions, and then the relief as she sat down, obviously the ball had disappeared and he nodded, she was a prime ideal to be laced with a trigger of sorts, he licked his lips before moving back to face the crowd.<br><br>"Requests?" he asked softly, his voice carrying over the sound of their clapping and laughter, head nodding as various comments and ideas were tossed out from the crowd, all aimed at the other members of the line up, none of them even considering the noble lady on the end, the requests getting a little more tawdry and risque as people grew bolder, before he lifted hands to call for silence, and then turned to shuffle his way down the line once more, head dipping to whisper into the ear of each of the subjects as he passed, and then he was at the end of the line, waft of warm breath over her ear as he considered for a moment.<br><br>"When I clap my hands three times, you will forget who you are" he said softly, "You will believe yourself to be tied to the chair and unable to move, although you can't remember your name or where you are, a gag in your mouth to prevent speech." He licked his lips before continuing, "When I call for calm and stop you will be free and remember who you are, but not what just happened." Another brief pause, "When I, and I alone say the word Raspberry, you will bring whatever you are doing to a safe end, and then stand up, legs spread slightly apart and hands clasped behind your back. You will do this without conscious thought, and once you hear that word, you will not remember a thing about it, till I set you free".. he stepped back and glanced over the crowd, the others with her.. they might be a problem, but he could deal with them if and when the time arose.<br><br>Hands lifted, clapped quickly three times, the rest of the volunteers standing and performing various actions, some dancing, some kissing imaginary lovers, one starting to remove his top before suddenly shivering as he believed himself to be standing in an ice storm for a moment. But his eyes never left that one on the end, the one for which he intended much much more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mind's Eye (DarkestStryke and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 21:49:01</strong>
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				Her spontaneous laughter joined that of the crowd when the outrageous demands flew back and forth. Some of the suggestions amused her and others were outright scandalous, making her blush behind a delicate, gloved hand. Her breathing deepened and her corset felt too narrow as the young noble woman caught a first glimpse of danger. She wasn’t sure whence it had come: the sun shone brightly and warped strong shadows over the stage, the charlatan still stumbled from victim to victim and the crowd seemed simply happy. If there was the malice of a mob behind the uniform cheer, it was subdued and held well in check.<br><br>But something had caught her unease and she wasn’t sure of its origin until a soft breath caressed her cheek. <br><br>“When I clap my hands three times, you will forget who you are" His voice was soft, for her ears alone "You will believe yourself to be tied to the chair and unable to move, although you can't remember your name or where you are, a gag in your mouth to prevent speech."<br><br>Her eyes darkened in dismay and she half rose to protest when he retreated. Murmurs drifted through the crowd, and she noticed some of the good cheer fading from their eyes. Her protests would surely ruin a good show, and these folk would have yet another bone to pick with her family. No, she would not be the cause of more anger between nobles and commoners. Rather than cry her anger at his crazy request, she would ignore him when he clapped and let the people draw their own conclusions. <br><br>Caitlin adjusted her skirts and sank back into her seat, nodding pleasantly to the ‘magician’. <br><br>A shiver trailed down her spine when he raised his hands. Nothing would happen, but what if …<br><br>Three fast claps sounded.<br><br>She had heard the clapping sound, vaguely remembering hearing their staccato beat. People were dancing on stage, performing various acts that seemed odd and out of place. It was madness how far people would go to amuse a crowd. It was degrading and she did not want to be a part of their humiliation. Angrily, she tried to rise but found her wrists tied. Struggling against bonds that were invisible to anyone but Caitlin, she surely seemed to have gone mad. Her mouth twisted as she tried to form words behind the gag and her bosom heaved against the corset encircling her slim waist. <br><br>What was she doing here? Why had she been tied? What had she done to these people that they were pointing and holding each other in helpless laughter. Let me go! She wanted to shout, but the gag prevented all sounds and she couldn’t make herself heard. Her gaze spun to the man taking off his shirt and she froze in mid-struggle, eyes bulging. NO! This couldn’t be happening! Frantically, she searched the crowds for the people bidding on this male, and she cringed, helplessly waiting until her turn would be up. <br><br>Perhaps they would remove her gag and she could tell them she did not belong here. She would them she was …. A frown marred her brow. She was… <br><br>It wouldn’t come to her and, panicking, she wrestled with the restraints that kept her to her seat.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>DarkestStryke</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 23:32:17</strong>
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				He watched her quietly as hands clapped, watching her reactions, seeing her go through all those motions that showed that such commands had been set in place, and then he was slowly striding up the line towards her, hand reaching to touch the others on the back of the head, causing them to slide back into seat, head bowed and back in trance, and then he reached her, pausing as he crouched behind her, hand reaching to touch the back of her head to send her into trance again, but before he did, he spoke softly to her<br><br>"Mine, you will be mine, mind, body and soul," he promised softly.."I intend to take you, and show you the delights of what I can do to the female form, imagine sneaking from your room to offer yourself to your guards, to fuck you in all holes across the table, or seducing any man, or woman that I want you to", he grinned, could imagine the thoughts running through her mind, giving her a moment to do so before he would touch the back of head to send her into trance and make her forget about it all.<br><br>Then he was stepping around, a bow to crowd.."Thank you all for your indulgence today," hand pointed towards small box on the edge of the stage, "If you have truly enjoyed the show, and wouldn't mind a donation to allow a traveller to gain food and board for the night, I would be in your debt." A low bow offered to all, especially those in the front row, and then he was straightening up, "And for the last", he turned to regard the volunteers, "When I clap my hands three times, you will all wake, imagine that the floor is a shallow sticky swamp, trying to suck you into it, you will do all you can in order to get free of it, and back to the crowd behind me, and once you are there, you will lift from trance and join in the watching of those left to get back to their places in the crowd." Eyes fell upon Caitlin and he smiled, he would be seeking her out very soon, and in order to make it so.. he strode back along the lines, adding one last instruction to each of them, that the crowd couldn't hear.. one had to run, one crawl, one jump, then it was her turn, "You will do the same as the rest, struggle back to your group, but before the evening draws in, you will return her, for some reason of your own devising" he said simply, and then stepping back hands were clapped three times quickly to start the last act in motion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mind's Eye (DarkestStryke and Imogen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Imogen</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 16:03:24</strong>
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				Caitlin watched the show in quiet terror, whimpering as the wizard approached. It would be her turn now, she thought and eyed the crowd with wary suspicion. Who of these would show an interest in a woman without a past? Oh, if she could only remember! The words stealthily breathed against her ear told her that she had been wealthy enough to afford guards, but the images he provoked with his dreadful promise made her wish she were just a peasant’s wife. Delights? The gag prevented a snarling protest and if she hadn’t been under the impression of being cuffed, she’d have clawed his eyes out.<br><br>The corset spanning her slim waist was too tight, she couldn’t breath. The world spun in a dizzying kaleidoscope as she fought for air. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, pressing her breasts against the restraining fabric. Only slowly, Caitlin regained enough grip on her temper to ease her breathing and stop the world from spinning.&nbsp; Still, her eyes smoldered with murderous rage until his gentle touch erased it all. <br><br>She awoke, refreshed and smiling impishly at the crowd. Her confidence appeared as unruffled as her good natured charm when she rose and gathered her skirts. Much to the hilarity of the crowd, Caitlin removed her dainty shoes before trying to cross and her efforts were rewarded with friendly cheers and encouragements. One of the sturdier males reached the audience first and turned, offering her a hand when she reached them. He was quickly brushed aside by several guards, one of which bowed crisply. “My lady, the hour grows late, we should return to the Keep.” His voice conveyed concern, and not without cause. Granting him a smile, she allowed him to whisk her away from the crowd and escort her to the waiting carriage. “I know”, she said whimsically. “My uncle won’t be pleased. That is a shame, truly, but I shall tell him it was not your fault.”<br><br>When the carriage rattled into the courtyard, they were greeted by a nervous manservant, who conveyed the Baron’s regards and apologies that he would not dine with his niece that evening. His explanation involved some unrest in the north, and went mostly unheard. Smiling, Caitlin patiently endured Mary’s excited chattered as they climbed the stone stairs to the Lady’s rooms. “And his eyes... they were looking at you all t’time. It was scary, Miss Caitlin. I thought me heart would stop.” <br><br>“You are making too much of it, Mary.” Caitlin pressed a hand against her stomach and turned her back to the maid. “Help me with the dress, please, and have water for my bath send up.” She breathed out with obvious relief when the corset ties were loosened and stepped from the pooling silk into the robe Mary held up for her. “You can take the rest of the day off, Mary.” <br><br>“But, m’lady…”<br><br>Picking up a brush from a carved wooden dresser, Caitlin sat down in front of a mirror and counted the strokes. “I’ll have supper in my room.” She didn’t look at Mary, knowing that’d invite a torrent of questions. “Goodnight Mary.”<br><br>“Goodnight M’lady.” Mary curtsied and left. <br><br>Shortly after servants arrived, carrying buckets with water to be warmed before the fire. Caitlin brushed her hair until it glowed with a fiery light and the bath water had warmed to a nice temperature. The bathing relaxed her young body and the last of her worries evaporated in the fragrant mists rising from the heated water. <br><br>The afternoon was slowly turning to evening and for reasons she couldn’t trace, Caitlin felt restless. She couldn’t keep her thoughts to her needlework and found her eyes drawn towards the door time and again. <br><br>When the sun lowered and bathed the hills in a russet glow, Caitlin rose from her seat and let her robe fall to the floor. She barely took the time to dress, hastily donning a pretty gown of blue and silver velvet.&nbsp; Draping a cloak over her slender shoulders, Caitlin left her rooms.&nbsp; She was not sure where she was going, led by an urgency that was stronger than her doubts. <br>
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