Magic and Music (Shadow Lynne and Southernbelle)
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				Title: <strong>Magic and Music (Shadow Lynne and Southernbelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 18:49:23</strong>
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				(http://zindy.zone.dk/images/drawings/stars/orlando_bloom.jpg)<br><br>The Rowdy Unicorn was a place of revelry and excess.&nbsp; The patrons who came and went were typically of the indulgent sort, drinking too much, staying too late, spending too much good coin.&nbsp; The two upper floors of the grand establishment were home to a wealth of lovely ladies and handsome gents, a brothel run by a hard-handed mistress who enjoyed her place of power.&nbsp; The common room of the 'Corn was typically filled to the brim with whores plying their wares, luring unsuspecting men to the demise of a loss of bright coin.<br><br>A stage was central to the common room, elevated enough so that every eye upon the floor and peering down from the balcony of the second floor could view whomever happened to be regaling the crowd with songs and stories.&nbsp; The 'Corn always had the best bards come through their doors, and tonight was no different.&nbsp; The single bard, Jormar, who sat upon a rickety stool seemed to have been gifted with fingers of gold, so purely did they play.&nbsp; His voice was like that of an angel, and he was well able to enchant his listeners or send them into gales of laughter.&nbsp; Dirty blonde hair hung down around his collar and neck, and blue eyes sparkled merrily from a face that had seen its share of sunlight.&nbsp; The ladies loved him, and the men scowled jealously, but he did not seem to notice either reaction.&nbsp; He was captured by song, running through a lovely ballad that had everyone spellbound.<br><br>Of course, when it was finished, he was quick to hop into a dance number, sending several of the brothel's girls into a dancing frenzy around the stage.&nbsp; The whole of the place seemed to shake with the cheering and stomping of feet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magic and Music (Shadow Lynne and Southernbelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>laskaris</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 19:05:09</strong>
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				One man, however, had not come to the 'Corn seeking any of the...companionship...that was to be found. In fact, <em>most</em> of what was offered here was not to Marias's taste. Green eyes narrowed, as the young sorcerer surveyed the room, and then promptly wondered what had possessed him to come here of all possible places he could have picked. Because he surely must have <em>been</em> possessed.&nbsp; Especially as he was four things that a place like this would not welcome: unindulgent, didn't drink, not interested in the whores for sale, and around his slender, pale throat, was a slim, finely crafted silver choker, with the crescent moon pendant that marked an Adept sorcerer dangling from it in open view.&nbsp; <br><br>He resisted the urge to yank irritably on the long black braid that hung down his back and past his waist, and rested his chin on his hand.&nbsp; At least the music was nice...almost worth putting up with this place. Almost. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 20:27:54</strong>
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				The dance ended and Jormar stood, amid groans and boos.&nbsp; He laughed good-naturedly, giving the crowd a wink and a wave.&nbsp; With a grand sweep, he bowed low before turning to set his lute upon the stool and preparing to descend the stairs.<br><br>"Forgive me, my loyal friends!&nbsp; Even the best of bards must wet his throat.&nbsp; I will take but a moment to enjoy a drink, and then I will return for more merriment."&nbsp; The crowd cheered and a shower of coins descended around him, ensuring that Jormar would not have to spend his own coin to get that drink he'd spoken of.<br><br>With another wave, he stepped from the stage and headed toward the bar where the tender waited with a mug of sweet ale.&nbsp; The handsome bard dodged a groping hand and an attempted kiss, laughing lightheartedly so as not to offend the ladies who offered, and he was soon reaching for that tankard.&nbsp; A long pull had him sighing in pleasure and then he was leaning back against the counter, relaxed and perusing the crowd.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magic and Music (Shadow Lynne and Southernbelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>laskaris</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 20:43:02</strong>
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				Marias watched the bard for a moment, as he stood over by the bar. Well, at least he had talent, which was more then he'd seen from a <em>lot</em> of those who called themselves bard: <em>this</em> man was at least worthy to be called a bard. There weren't many he considered worthy to have that title, and he'd seen plenty on his travels, both as a journeyman and since he'd finished his training and proved himself worthy as an Adept, who called themselves bards. <br><br>Privately, he thought that most of them should have their singing privileges revoked. It had been a long time since he'd heard a bard sing welll, and never before one this well. <br><br>For the moment, there seemed to be nothing else to do, so he dug a tome out of his bag to study, resting the book on the table.&nbsp; He bent his head to read, heavy braid of hair swinging forward over his shoulder with his motion, Adept pendant clinking slightly, and moon-beautiful features shifting from icy detachment and control to a quiet look of contemplation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magic and Music (Shadow Lynne and Southernbelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 21:03:16</strong>
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				The sorcerer was an oddity in the 'Corn, and so he would receive several odd looks.&nbsp; For the most part, the rest of the patrons tended to avoid him, and perhaps it was for that very reason that Jormar found his attention drawn to the one who had his nose buried in a book.&nbsp; With a soft laugh, he elbowed the man next to him, pointing to the strange sight.&nbsp; The other shrugged and grunted, turning back to his ale, but Jormar found himself quite curious about someone who would come into the 'Corn only to read.<br><br>The bard wasn't a shy sort, so it was not suprising that he pushed himself away from the bar, heading directly toward the one who seemed not at all of the same manner as any of the others present.&nbsp; The mug was set down upon the table beside the book, and Jormar peered down at the mage with a grin on his face.<br><br>"I have to say that I've never bored someone so much that they decided to read instead of listening to my songs.&nbsp; Do you have a favorite that I might play it for you?"&nbsp; His voice was teasing, warm, and still bearing that angelic quality that could so easily carry such lovely notes throughout the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magic and Music (Shadow Lynne and Southernbelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>laskaris</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 21:37:38</strong>
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				Marias never noticed the odd looks. He got enough of them by just being a sorcerer, and the fact was that his book was far more interesting then most else what was going on around here, with the possible exception of the bard, but he was off drinking and not singing. Therefore, there was nothing else interesting to catch his attention besides his book, and as he turned the pages of the book,&nbsp; he quietly hummed a soft lullaby, that he vaguely remembered from childhood, a habit that he hadn't quite broken yet.&nbsp; <br><br><em><strong>...and may you need never to banish misfortune/May you find kindness in all that you meet...</strong></em>[/b] the words echoed in the back of his head, and he hadn't been quite aware that he was actually humming out loud, especially as he was totally absorbed in his book, until he heard-and was somewhat startled by-the sound of a mug being set onto the table. He looked up from his book, expression automatically cooling over, back to the cold detached one he had worn earlier, and found the bard looking down at him, grinning cheerfully. <br><br>"No." Marias said his voice cool, marking his place with a strip of cloth and snapping the book closed, before setting it on his lap. That was, of course, a lie, as the bard would have heard (and likely recognized) the lullaby he had been hummng earlier, but what did it matter?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magic and Music (Shadow Lynne and Southernbelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>18-04-2006, 21:46:03</strong>
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				"And a merry greeting to you as well, milord."&nbsp; Jormar bowed flamboyantly before him, a bit of mockery in his tone.&nbsp; He didn't hold with those who took themselves too seriously, and he often took it upon himself to show them that there was a bit more to be laughing about than they realized.&nbsp; But as he straightened, looking once more at the other man, he was struck by the eyes that stared at him.&nbsp; Aside from the icy look, they were beautiful, a shade of green that seemed quite vivid in the reader's face.&nbsp; If he were to smile, Jormar was certain those eyes would draw everyone to him.<br><br>It took him a moment to recover, and his face actually colored as he caught himself staring.&nbsp; It wasn't often that the bard was caught off guard.&nbsp; With a deep, cleansing breath, he shifted his blue eyes away from that stunning gaze to the book that now lay cradled in the sorcerer's lap.&nbsp; He'd caught a snippet of the lullabye and had indeed recognized it.&nbsp; That bit of information was tucked away into the back of his mind.<br><br>"What are you reading, if I may be so bold as to ask?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magic and Music (Shadow Lynne and Southernbelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>laskaris</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 00:12:39</strong>
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				Marias noticed the mockery, and what was sure to be deliberate flamboyancy and didn't really care, as slender, black-gloved hands folded neatly and lay on the table. One slim, elegant eyebrow raised for a moment, and stayed raised, when he noticed the bard blush, seemingly caught off guard. What could possibly have have startled him?&nbsp; His eyes narrowed a moment later, when he noticed the bard staring at him, but he said nothing. Not even sure why he would be staring. <br><br>"A book on herbalism." the sorcerer said shortly, watching the bard with a wary eye. Who in their right mind would willingly come make conversation with a sorcerer? And one that wasn't even a good conversationalist, either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magic and Music (Shadow Lynne and Southernbelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 06:45:44</strong>
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				"Oh."&nbsp; The bard seemed somewhat disappointed at the boring subject the man was reading on.&nbsp; What sort of person brought in that type of reading material to a place like this?&nbsp; Jormar couldn't understand it.&nbsp; He was about to say something else witty when he heard his name being chanted, softly at first, then growing with intensity.<br><br>With a meek shrug, he smiled and backed away a step.&nbsp; "I'm sorry to have bothered you.&nbsp; You can get back to your reading now, Greeneyes."&nbsp; And with a wink that might almost have been too quick to really notice, he turned to stride toward the stage once more.&nbsp; The show was to begin again.<br><br>Once back on stage, lute in hand, Jormar started right in on a bawdy drinking song, sending the entire place into clapping and cheering and boisterous laughter.
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				Post by: <strong>laskaris</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 07:53:39</strong>
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				<em>Greeneyes?!</em> Marias narrowed his eyes, particularly after the bard winked at him before striding back to the stage, but pushed down the irritation. What else did he have to call him by, anyway? It wasn't like he knew his name or anything about him besides that he was a sorcerer. <br><br>Quietly, he opened his book, and tried to ignore what was going on around him. Especially the bawdy song: he stared flatly at the book, and tried not to blush, cursing his pale skin when he felt his face flame. He wasn't used to hearing songs like this: he was just grateful his face was hidden in his book. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magic and Music (Shadow Lynne and Southernbelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>19-04-2006, 19:03:43</strong>
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				Jormar felt his gaze drift over, more than once, to the man who was so intent upon his book.&nbsp; He had not acquired the attention he deserved and so he resorted to something less subtle.&nbsp; The bawdy song shifted into another dance piece, and then it gradually slowed, calming his audience, giving them a moment to recuperate from their frenzied behavior.&nbsp; A trickle of notes sounded from his fingertips, indicating that another song was about to begin, and after a short intro, the bard lifted his voice in song once more.<br><br>A few would recognize the lullabye and might even be confused as to its meaning, but Jormar was certain that he would now gain the full attention of Greeneyes.&nbsp; He even chanced a look in his direction, wondering what the expression on his face might be.
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				Post by: <strong>laskaris</strong> on <strong>20-04-2006, 07:27:22</strong>
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				Marias was only half-paying attention to the music, absorbed as he was in his book, and doing his best to ignore the rest of the crowd, and especially that (slightly crazy? Somewhat irritating? Somewhat maddening?) bard.&nbsp; At least, until the familiar strains of a very familiar song, that he had just been humming, flowed from beneath his fingertips, from the strings of the bard's lyre, and the sorcerer looked up, stunned. Even more so when he began singing. <br><br>The bard definitely had Marias's full attention, as rather shocked green eyes stared at him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magic and Music (Shadow Lynne and Southernbelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>20-04-2006, 18:45:27</strong>
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				The words flowed effortlessly from the throat of the talented musician.&nbsp; His eyes closed as he sang, falling into the song, pouring himself into it, working the only magic he himself knew.&nbsp; The patrons of the 'Corn were silent, even the giggling girls and loud drunks, as if a spell had fallen around them.&nbsp; Jormar's music continued its journey around the common room, making people forget where they were.&nbsp; If the ladies hadn't been completely in love with him before this, they were certainly lost now.<br><br>Finally, the last chorus passed, and the song ended with a graceful flourish.&nbsp; Blue eyes opened, and he sought out the reason for his song, finding Greeneyes staring at him incredulously.&nbsp; Gods above, he was beautiful, and Jormar felt himself shiver in response to that look.&nbsp; Absently, he wondered if perhaps he had crossed a line he shouldn't, but then one never knew what one could gain unless risks were taken willingly.<br><br>A brief smile lifted the corners of his mouth, a private look that was only for the sorcerer, and then Jormar's attention was stolen away by the deafening applause that swept over him.&nbsp; His mouth widened and he stood for a bow, and coins rained down at his feet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magic and Music (Shadow Lynne and Southernbelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>laskaris</strong> on <strong>20-04-2006, 20:20:11</strong>
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				Marias stared at the bard, green eyes wide, as silence fell, save for the song, that familiar, familiar lullaby, which he had not heard sung for a long, long time, since he was a quite small child. He continued staring, even as the song ended. The sorcerer saw the bard look at him, and dropped his eyes, suddenly shy, but not before he saw the other man smile at him.&nbsp; <br><br>The sorcerer steadily stared at his hands, which were folded in his lap. 
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				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>21-04-2006, 18:34:45</strong>
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				The bard was more than proud of himself.&nbsp; He had gotten his way, received the attention he believed he deserved, and now he knew that Greeneyes would always remember him, even if he made every attempt to avoid Jormar.&nbsp; And Jormar found that it disturbed him to know that he would likely be avoided.&nbsp; There were very few who would face up to such a blatant challenge, if that is what it could be considered.<br><br>Several of the girls helped him gather up the coins, he giving each of them a tip for their help, and then he stepped down from the stage with his lute, apparently finished for the night.&nbsp; The tender had asked him to stay a fortnight, so he was seriously considering it.&nbsp; But he had to speak with Greeneyes again before he'd make a final decision.&nbsp; With pouch jingling, he moved through the congratulatory crowd, accepting kisses and slaps on his back, but his eyes were constantly seeking out the table where Greeneyes had been.&nbsp; He half expected that the other man would have made an escape.
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				Post by: <strong>laskaris</strong> on <strong>21-04-2006, 20:03:49</strong>
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				Probably in what would be a surprise to Jormar, Marias was indeed still at the table, though the sorcerer was staring down at his hands shyly. One did not get past apprenticeship without a strong will, much less become a master or even rarer still, an Adept, and despite the fact that this <em>was</em> a challenge that the young mage was not used to, he was not going to back down from it. <br><br>There <em>was</em> a reason he was the youngest Adept to currently exist: strength of will was every bit as important as raw power. <br><br>His chin came up, and he stared the bard right in the eyes. Almost a challenge of his own, though of course not as bold as the bard's had been. 
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				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>21-04-2006, 20:21:43</strong>
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				A smile answered that bold look, and the blue eyes of the bard danced in merriment and pleasure that Greeneyes had not departed.&nbsp; His head tilted slightly, and his face seemed so much more open than that of the man before him.<br><br>"Did you enjoy the show, Greeneyes?"&nbsp; His voice was soft, intimate, just for the man before whom he stood.&nbsp; The rest of the room had gone back to its own business, and the excitement that Jormar had brought was already dying down.&nbsp; He moved to take the seat opposite once more, waiting for the other man's response, be it positive or not.
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				Post by: <strong>laskaris</strong> on <strong>21-04-2006, 20:38:03</strong>
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				"It was...intriguing." Marias allowed, tilting his head in graceful acknowledgement, long black braid falling over one slender shoulder with the motion. It was Marias-speak for "yes, I did", not that he was in the habit of saying so. <br><br>He quietly watched the bard for his reaction, green gaze half-veiled beneath long lashes. Somehow, on him, the normally flirtatious look seemed more a veiled, watchful glance. An unusual change, perhaps, but it seemed far more natural on him then flirtation would. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magic and Music (Shadow Lynne and Southernbelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 18:57:59</strong>
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				"Then will you be coming back another night?"&nbsp; Jormar watched the expression on the other man's face, and he found himself smiling secretively.&nbsp; Greeneyes was beautiful, possibly older than he, 'though not by much, and he offered the bard a challenge.&nbsp; Jormar enjoyed challenges, particularly when they presented themselves in such enticing packaging.<br><br>He took the seat opposite Greeneyes again, setting himself comfortably in it.&nbsp; "You don't mind if I join you, do you?"
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				Post by: <strong>laskaris</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 19:48:11</strong>
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				"Perhaps." Marias said. "It depends on how long my business keeps me here." <br><br>He watched, in silence, as the bard took a seat across from him. "No. I don't care." Though his tone said "you must be mad, what idiot seeks out the company of a sorcerer?"
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				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 20:37:10</strong>
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				"I hope that my song did not offend you.&nbsp; I only wished to try to put a smile upon that face."&nbsp; Jormar's head tilted endearingly.&nbsp; He wanted something other than tolerance from the beautiful man before him.&nbsp; One of those talented hands reached out to touch the pages of the book, feeling how fine the sheets were.&nbsp; They were not the crude stuff that he had to use when attempting to write down his music.<br><br>"Do you have a name, Greeneyes?"
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				Post by: <strong>laskaris</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 21:00:01</strong>
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				"It did not." Marias said, and watched the bard closely, his eyes still half-veiled. He raised one slim eyebrow at the use of the "nickname", and when he touched the book that was still open on the table (to a page detailing the uses of valerian, particularly as a sleeping aid). "Marias." he introduced himself shortly, with none of the formality that he hated so very much. "And yours?"
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				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 21:14:57</strong>
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				"Marias... a very serious name that is... not half so descriptive as Greeneyes, eh?&nbsp; I am Jormar."&nbsp; He drew his hand away, not paying any bit of attention to what was written on the page he was touching.&nbsp; That hand moved to cup his chin as he stared at Marias openly.&nbsp; A girl brought over a mug of ale for the bar, attempting to catch his attention.&nbsp; Jormar glanced up at her with a bit of a grin and a nod, but then he turned his attention back on Marias, receiving a bit of a glare in return.
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				Post by: <strong>laskaris</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 21:38:34</strong>
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				Oh, Marias <em>did</em> glare at that comment about his name: granted, he glared a <em>lot</em>. Along with a scowl, it was his most favored expression.<br><br>&nbsp;"Descriptive or not, it is <em> still</em> my name." he said irritably. Only <em>part</em> of it, anyway, he hadn't given his Adept craft-name (which, judging, would probably have been more to the bard's taste). 
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				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 21:51:24</strong>
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				Jormar seemed to be highly amused by the reaction of the sorcerer.&nbsp; Never had he met such a sourpuss, and he decided that it would be his own personal task to make certain that Marias learned how to smile.<br><br>"Have you had dinner this evening?&nbsp; I myself am quite hungry, and could use a bit of stew or some bread and cheese."&nbsp; Jormar prattled on about food, not quite giving Marias an opportunity to answer.&nbsp; Eventually, however, he did peer at the man expectantly.&nbsp; "I would ask that you join me for a meal."
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				Post by: <strong>laskaris</strong> on <strong>24-04-2006, 22:18:47</strong>
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				Goddess, the bard was a chatterbox, Marias thought, strongly tempted to rub his temples against the headache he knew was going to come. <br><br>"No, I have not." Marias said, when he could finally get a word in edgewise, when the bard stopped prattling for a second. "Fine." he agreed after a few moments, eyes still narrowed at the bard suspiciously. 
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				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>25-04-2006, 18:50:29</strong>
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				Jormar's eyebrows lifted slightly.&nbsp; He hadn't really expected Marias to agree so easily.&nbsp; But a pleasured smile touched his face, and he nodded.&nbsp; For someone who had agreed to have dinner with him, Greeneyes was certainly looking as if he'd rather be anywhere else.<br><br>"Stay right here.&nbsp; I'll go arrange a meal for us... would you want to stay down here, or would you like to have something more private?"&nbsp; He leaned forward eagerly, unable to sit still for the want to enjoy this strange and morose character.
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				Post by: <strong>laskaris</strong> on <strong>25-04-2006, 22:23:20</strong>
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				"Private." Marias said, curious as to what just the bard was so very excited about.&nbsp; He was starting to get a headache from being around so much noise and so many people, though he didn't show it. <br><br>He watched the bard, confused and suspicious, wondering why he was so very eager. 
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				Post by: <strong>SouthernBelle</strong> on <strong>26-04-2006, 19:02:51</strong>
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				Marias' agreement to a private meal only increased Jormar's smile.&nbsp; He would have the lovely man all to himself this eve.&nbsp; Without another word, he stood and moved to the counter, making the arrangements.&nbsp; As he spoke with the owner, the bard would glance over toward Greeneyes on occasion, giving him a reassuring smile.&nbsp; This would be a good night; he could feel it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Magic and Music (Shadow Lynne and Southernbelle)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>laskaris</strong> on <strong>27-04-2006, 03:20:49</strong>
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				As Marias waited, quietly, for the bard to come back, slender fingers rubbed his aching temples, trying unsuccessfully to at least make the headache go away a little bit. He hoped that this night was going to get better, and resisted the urge to bury his aching head in his hands. He also resisted the urge to cast a spell for silence: he'd get thrown out in a hurry. <br><br>He mentally sighed, and looked at Jormar. At least he wouldn't be as irritating as most of the people here. 
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