Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon & Airindel)
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				Title: <strong>Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>14-01-2008, 05:37:54</strong>
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				It was an overcast day with rain falling hard and thunder echoing in the distance every few minutes. Lightning flashing only rarely, though it was there. The castle stood high within the hills, surronded by an old stone fence and hedges here and there. The grass was healthy and green though the soil, now not much more then mud, had an eeiry blackness that seemed to bleed with each footstep. The castle walls were odd as well, carved from black stone like something out of a horror novel where men and women would step in but never come out. <br><br>The master stood at the front door, with the double doors open wide and pressing against the twin red rose bushes just to each side. He was a tall man with a muscular build even for a man of his size. Although everything from his body to his mere presence seemed powerful. He wore his brown hair short and an intensity within his deep green eyes was evident to anyone that looked at him. Being close to him always gave an aura of insignificance to a person and he often carried a powerful scent of roses and something else that could not be identified. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>14-01-2008, 18:09:00</strong>
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				Thunder rumbled in the murky skies of blue-black-grey, and darting throughout the clouds, slithering and weaving were the crackles of lightning. The torrential rains flooded the streets of the village, and the few narrow winding paths that lead into the forest and hills had given way to pools of mud and slop. By no other means did the girl have save but her feet to reach the castle that was surrounded by the foothills of the mountain range; the dark building loomed over the earth unnaturally, and held the village spellbound in awe and superstition. It was there to that castle that Serianna walked; a now broken umbrella partially protected her head and shoulders from the rain, but her lone suitcase was drenched, as was her skirt. Her bare feet, thin and bony with sweet olive toned skin darkened from the sun stretched over them, padded purposefully towards the castle: the first day of her employment for Lord Yuriev, and she had to wonder why the man, one whom had wealth, influence and power could not send for her in this particular whether unless he wished to humble her. She did not, however, know the lord well enough to make that judgement, and so the thought was pushed aside in her mind forever buried.<br><br>Time passed with the struggle of treading through the waters and the swells of mud, and upon arriving at the ancient castle, the master stood within the doorway expectedly; his looming figure was tall and lean, draped in a fine tailored suit of the darkest brown nearest to that of black: his tie clip, and cuff links gleamed of shining metal, that of gold, and a heavy watch decorated his one wrist. Serianna had not realized that she stood before him in silent awe and had been for several long minutes before she finely felt the warm draft from the inside of the castle catch at her wet skirt and crawl along her bare legs that were well hidden in the long garment. She snapped out of her stupor, and gave the lord a faint smile. &nbsp;“I apologize for my lateness, milord. The roads have flooded, and the paths have washed away in some places. I hope that you can forgive my tardiness.” the girl of sixteen years said, her voice low and velvety; thunder rumbled in the distance which made her words seem all the meeker. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>15-01-2008, 03:52:54</strong>
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				When she arrived she found him staring at a painting on the wall, his gaze focused and unerring. It depicted an ancient battle between men of their country who were charging at a single figure standing on a cliff and calling down the wrath of the heaven's. They likely exsisted centuries prior and were dressed in weapons, shields, and armor giving the painting a menacing yet historical feel. <br><br>"Hmmm?" she heard as his gaze shifted away from the portraint on the wall and turned to look her over, the deep green eyes looking into her or perhaps through her as they gave off a feeling of insignifigance. "Ah, miss Zaubar..." he said as he took a step forward extending his hand to take her own and kiss the top of it as if he was greeting royalty. "You are not that late, so I think I can forgive your tardiness this time...welcome to my home." he stated as he straightened up, giving her the kind of smile that only a devil could give. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>15-01-2008, 19:42:19</strong>
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				At first Serianna's eyes settled on the dully coloured painting, that which depicted a grizzly scene of war with men in armour, horses with barding, and dogs fighting; the heaven unfurled a leash of fury, and it was that painting in which she found the lord of the castle gazing at in contemplation. The girl had not known her history or else she would have realized that it was a battle that was held within their country centuries ago near the very land in which they lived; the soil had been bloodied, and the superstitious elders of the village in which she lived thought the land to be haunted. The youth of the village paid little heed to it, of the elders and their ways, but regardless of Serianna's age, a chill prickled through the girl when she looked at the painting.<br><br>That chill, however, left when the Master of the castle turned to address Serianna.&nbsp; The welcomed greeting, the simple sophisticated kiss that was bestowed on her hand accompanied by the charming and devilish smile made her heated and warm. A brightness flooded though her ruddy skin, and she smiled rather demurely as she dared to look at the lord, her employer, and she nodded her head rather dumbfounded, uncultured as that of any local villager, to indicated that she acknowledged his words and she stammered out an eventual answer. &nbsp;“Thank you, milord. It is all very kind of you, your words and generosity.” Serianna murmured, her voice almost swallowed by the vastness of the corridor in which they stood. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>16-01-2008, 10:11:38</strong>
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				She saw his eyes look past her, first at her luggage and then over her uniform and he sighed slightly. "Its a shame that it stormed today, the radio told me that it would be overcast but with little chance of showers. Had I known, I would have sent a car for you...ah well, if you are prepared I will show you your room. Please this way..." he stated as he extended his hand, pointing it down to the open courtyard. Behind the wall she saw a vibrant garden filled with red rose bushes that were just beginning to bloom and tall and thick apple tree's that had only a few green apples upon its branches. A white marble stone walkway led through the garden toward the inner sanctum of the castle and the walls were covered with carvings depicting the past of their country with the occasional gargoyle etched into the walkway's above. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 22:33:00</strong>
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				Serianna nodded her head when she heard the lord of the manor mention the rain, sending for a car, and the girl gave the man a shy smile. &nbsp;“Please do not worry about me, milord. The weather was most unexpected.” She heard herself say even though only minutes prior she had thought otherwise, yet he was kind in thinking of her, and to show her to her room where she would spend her free time. As she followed him, naturally remaining a few paces behind, Serianna took to the view of the gardens that were just beginning to blossom with the spring air: the scent of the apple trees reached to tickle her nose, as did the early blooming roses. It was extraordinarily beautiful even though she could not appreciate the full splendor of the wall carvings, or the gargoyles. <br><br>Carrying her own luggage, Serianna looked up to the lord of the manor. &nbsp;“Your home is quiet beautiful, and vast. It must seem very lonely at times to be here by yourself.” Serianna said without thinking, and then she bit her tongue silently cursing herself and her silly thoughts that she spoke out loud. &nbsp;“Or more correctly, I would feel lonely being here by myself.” She prattled, not wishing to assume anything about the man whom hired her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 19:47:23</strong>
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				He looked back with a neutral stare for a moment as they walked through the garden but only shrugged as their feet stepped along the stone path. "My research keeps me busy so I hardly realize that the castle is so empty but my gardener stops in every week or so, so it isnt compeltly empty." He stoped his stride and looked back at the young woman, taking in her form and giving off that aura of insignifigance again. "That reminds me, the library here is also open to you but I will not allow you to take a book from it. If you must read there, do so on one of the many couches that have been moved in."<br><br>He waited a moment to watch her reaction before turning around and beginning to walk through the courtyard again. When they arrived in the inner sanctum he took her to the second floor, leading her up a circular stairway and down the hall to the second door on the right. Slowly he withdrew a set of bronze keys from his pocket and began to look through each one. "My room if the first one there. Since you are the only other one who will be living in my home Ive granted you one of the suits to stay in. In recent years Ive added the luxuries of gas, power, and indoor plumbing." After another moment he opens the door, stepping inside to the room. <br><br>Inside she found a king sized bed with white satin sheets and a thick black blanket at the far side of the room, set between two gothic style windows with stained glass in them depicting Angel's in both. In the center of the room was an oak table with six chairs set around it, each piece of furniture carved expertly. In the right side of the room was a kitchen as well with a stove, dishwasher, and all manner of cooking utensils. He walked over to the one other door, opening it up to walk onto a balcony that faced into the courtyard. As he stood outside he took a deep breath before looking back at the young woman. "The third room in this hallway is a bathroom where you will find an open shower room, bathtub, toilets, and similar things. Do you like it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 22:13:33</strong>
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				The library. Serianna made a mental note not to remove any books from it, and sadly, the reality was that she had lost interest in books some time ago with not having any leisurely time with her own school work and her chores, and the slivers of time she had spent with Davian. It was an embarrassment, really, to lose interest in learning, in the imagination, but her work had kept her busy and the not so lovely comments that her brothers made kept her alert, sharp, always waiting on them hand and foot it seemed. Serianna caught his gaze, that look that made her feel like a pebble amongst thousands of stones on a beach, and she nodded. &nbsp;“I understand perfectly,” Serianna said, although truly she didn't. Truly, she did not know the love of people and their books, their secret lust for knowledge, and yet some of the darkest things were of speech, oral traditions passed on in tales from one generation to another.&nbsp; <br><br>Silently then, the two walked with Serianna trailing behind the Master, her eyes soaking in the layout of the castle, the splendours within, and certainly within viewing her room, the second floor, it was by far bigger and more luxurious than her own home in which she was raised. She was at a loss for words when the Master addressed her, and only a smile played across her rosebud lips at first. &nbsp;“Of course, milord, I do like it.” Serianna said, her voice quiet, practically lost in the chamber. &nbsp;“It is more than what I could have asked for, dreamed of, and your generosity is kind. Thank you.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 22:23:31</strong>
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				His lips curled slightly at her words and he took a deep breath of the clean air before walking back inside and watching her. Circling around to look over her. "I think you will find that I am very generous." he said before stepping forward to lay his hands on the back of her shoulders, his fingers running through her hair as he inspected it and her body. "You must be cold in those clothes. You should clean up and change Serianna. I'll be in my room next door. When you have settled in and cleaned up come see me and I will give you the grand tour of my home. Alright?"
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 23:04:32</strong>
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				Serianna was startled to see her employer circle her, inspect her, to absorb the details of her very dress and of her very being. She felt rather like a netted butterfly, unable to do or say anything to stop the scrutiny of her, nor could she flee; the girl endured as she was taught by her mother, and by her brothers. For a moment, she closed her eyes and wondered if her appearance would please him, if she was dressed well enough to work for him, but all was lost when he touched her shoulders. Her voice caught in her throat then, and she struggled to breathe, struggled to make heart beat as heat from his very body pooled into hers; wisps of Serianna's silken dark hair were touched, and by the time he addressed her, spoke of her changing, spoke of him being in his quarters, Serianna's breathing was deep and ragged. She was flushed when she found herself alone at last.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 23:15:05</strong>
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				Her lack of response seemed to amuse him as he let out a very light chuckle before his hands moved from her shoulders. She heard his voice echo in the room saying "I will see you soon" as he walked out of her room and down the hall to his own. The scent of roses still empowered the room around her and it lingered, unwilling to go away for the moment. It seemed that even though he had left her to her own devices for the moment, something of him remained as if determined to watch over her. 
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>19-01-2008, 00:12:50</strong>
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				Alone, Serianna was, and without any doubt, however, the scent of the roses lingered as did the Lord's presence. It was unsettling, and the girl stood still in her chamber for several long minutes as if awaiting something to pass, but what she knew not, but she waited all the same. Only then did she feel the desire to change, and did so into something more practical; a black knit top with black pants that seemed to stretch endlessly over her shapely legs until at last one saw heeled leather boots. Her hair, Serianna kept it down, loose, the locks damp from the rain yet they still looked silky and luxurious in colour and thickness. Her clothing, her appearance looked gravely dark and dull, but it suited the day, and complimented the Lord's clothing. <br><br>Her heart thumped in her chest a little more then it should have as she drew near the Master's chamber door, and knocked on it awaiting for an answer. The emotions that swelled within her were indescribable: some awe and fear, some respect, some desire...mixtures, blended fragments of emotions and desires. She had only felt this way with Davian, and her thin eyebrows knit together believing herself to be disloyal to her boyfriend that had abandon her for studies in the city.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>19-01-2008, 00:24:55</strong>
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				"Come in." was heard in a muffled sound through the thick oak door. When she entered she would find his suit was similar with only a few additions. The first and most noticable was the fireplace that had been built in to the wall by a pair of crimson colored couches that faced eachother. Between the couches was a knee high table with a white table cloth layed over it and on top of that was a deep brown bottle and a pair of wine glasses, one filled with a purple liquid that smelled like blackbarries and the other empty. The other thing that was different was the mass of bookshelves around his room and the thick tomes that filled them. The whole room gave off a scent of mystery mixed with untold power.<br><br>The master sat upon the couch with a book in his lap that was easily four inches thick and turned to the last quarter of its pages. He waited a moment before looking up and again his deep green eyes bored into her very being. "Hello again Serianna. Please come and sit so we can discuss your duties and employment. If you like, you can have some wine as well. Fortlina plantation wine brewed in 1745, it is a wonderful brand and an even better year."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>20-01-2008, 01:39:34</strong>
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				Serianna entered her employer's chambers, pushing open the heavy oak door, and as she walked across the floor, her heeled footfalls echoed in the room. She took in the atmosphere of the room, the colours, the furniture, and Serianna noted the leather bound tome on the man's lap as she sat down on the opposite sofa; her dark clothed formed contrasted against the brilliant blood red cloth. Her hands neatly folded in her lap, and her gaze fell to the floor in front of her as she felt the man's stare on her; between his concentrated look, and the antiques, and beauty within the room, the girl felt insignificant, and yet the man invited her to indulge in exclusive and expensive estate wine. Her sun kissed skin, the golden coppery hue, deepened in redness at the offer. &nbsp;“Thank you,” Serianna began to say as she struggled to find the correct words, &nbsp;“and although I am sure it is exquisite to the pallet, I could not possibly indulge in such luxuries, Sir. It is beyond my station, Sir.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>20-01-2008, 01:56:17</strong>
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				He gave a bit of a frown as he looked over her, considering her words before shrugging slightly. "To each their own." he stated as he took the full glass and brought it to his lips so he could take a sip and saivor the taste. "Will you do the same when I ask you to join me for dinner?" he asked as he looked into her eyes. He only sat there circling the glass back and forth as he watched her, wondering if she would always be considering station over her desires.
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>20-01-2008, 02:42:29</strong>
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				Serianna felt extraordinarily uncomfortable with such a direct question, certainly one that she was not expecting, one that startled her, and her blush grew; the pinkness spread across her nose and over her slender neck. A delicate smile appeared on her lips. &nbsp;“I didn't mean to offend you, milord.” Serianna said, her voice gentle, and exotic sounding; the blend of her parentage somewhat noticeable in her accent. &nbsp;“And I sincerely apologize for any slight given. I hope that you can forgive me.” Serianna's dark eyes briefly met his, and she sat back on the sofa; her features became more apparent as she uncurled herself. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>20-01-2008, 02:54:15</strong>
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				He shook his head side to side for a moment, still smiling warmly. "It is quite alright Serianna. We both have to get to know eachother a little better." he stated as he took the bottle and poured the wine into the empty glass. "Station or not, if you would like some wine you are welcome to it. Now about your employment, we agreed on your sum to be deposited directly into your bank account on the first of each month. Your duties include cleaning the main halls, bedrooms, library, and bathroom, and dusting and shining the various works of art in the castle. On occasion I would also like you to take care of the dishes and windows. At the entrance to the castle you will find a cleaning closet with all the things you will need and when the time comes for you to need more supplies you need only tell me. What do you think so far?"
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 15:06:24</strong>
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				It was not the fact that Serianna wanted the wine, but on believing that she slighted the man, she accepted the offer of a drink, and hoped that she would not say something silly, or behave inanely; the girl was used to tea or water, and rarely did she have wine except with Davian. On drinking it, the flavour danced across her tongue, drenched her pallet with divinity, and she savoured the sweet fullness of it before she swallowed. Intently did she listen to the Lord regarding her duties and the added chores&nbsp; which seemed quite small. &nbsp;“I believe that I am more than capable of tending to that, milord, and if you need more from me than you just stated, I would, of course, be willing to tend to the tasks. Consider it not a problem.” Serianna graciously said, and offered him a pleasant smile as she crossed her legs; her one foot hanged suspended in the air as she studied her employer.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 17:07:13</strong>
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				"Excellent" he told her as he reached into his vest pocket to remove his checkbook and a pen. He slowly wrote some things out before tearing it out and siding it across the table as he smiled at her. "Your direct deposit starts next month so consider this an advance that you may cash anytime you return to town." Still smiling he leaned back in the chair as he looked over her. "Assuming you have no further questions, I would like to give you a tour of my home now. Are you ready?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 17:15:36</strong>
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				Serianna watched him extract a pen and his cheque book, and as he wrote, the girl finished her wine; the effect of the liquid made her lip a little numb, and too, she felt more relaxed as it numbed her senses, her awareness. The thin slip of paper was glided across the table, and Serianna took it, glancing at the elegant script, the writing, but not noting the sum. Her deft fingers folded it, and slipped the cheque into her back pocket. &nbsp;“Thank you, Sir. It is kind of you.” Serianna said, yearning to look at the cheque, but she would not allow herself too, affording her some dignity in front of the man, and a generous surprise for herself in private. She placed her wine goblet aside. &nbsp;“I am at your disposal, milord, and I look forward to the tour although I suspect it shall take me some time to familiarize myself with your home. All in good time.” She rose to her feet feeling a little light headed, but that was nothing new for her, or for her health.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 17:26:51</strong>
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				"Everyone requires some time before they begin to know the castle." he said as he stood up and straightened out his jacket. Smling he walked around the table and back down the stairs they had come up. Once in the entranceway to the courtyard he waved his hand in a grand fashion as he spoke "This is the grand hall. The castle itself was built in 140 A.D. by our ancestors and this particular room was where the lord met with his soldiers on a daily basis. Countless fastivities were planned and carried out. Upon the back part there is where the lords pesonal throne was but over a century ago the stone crumbled from the years and whether. The lord stood over the soldiers and people of this land but he was not a nice man. Some of his deeds were so horrible that his name was stricken from the records and only his reputation of a bloodthirsty tyrant remains."
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 16:04:49</strong>
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				Serianna closely followed the lord of the castle, and she was not expecting a history lesson with the tour, however, she could understand the man's pride of his home, and the need for him to know its history, and all of the predecessors whom lived there prior to him. She, too, would have had a curiosity about the history had she purchased it, or even inherited it, and those thoughts made her look at the man who stood close to her. The question was on the tip of her tongue, but so did another, and one that prickled at her more then the former. &nbsp;“Only his reputation&nbsp; of a bloodthirsty tyrant remains?” Serianna repeated the last words of her employer and gave him a quizzical look. &nbsp;“I would think that if he was as you speak of him, that your home may be haunted, or at least the lands surrounding it. Is there any truth to that?” If so, the girl vouched to herself that she would take measures to be cautious; she was full of superstitions, deeply believing in them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 17:28:14</strong>
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				he shrugged for a moment while turning to look over her and drink in every inch of her body once again. "I do sometimes see strange things in the night, a shadow moving across the windows, a cold spot that seems to linger in the air, a door opening and closing...but all of those things can be easily explained away from natural things. The shadow could merely be a bird flying past or the door a simple change in the wind." Reaching up he let his hand set firmly on her cheek and let it run down along her jaw. "Dont jump to conclusion's too quickly in my home Serianna..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 20:21:10</strong>
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				The man touched her cheek, cupped it with hand that had apparent strength within it, and his fingers drew down along her jaw, and then the touch no longer existed. It was only then that Serianna breathed deeper not realizing that she had held her breath while he so familiarly caressed her skin, nor did realize that her mouth was slightly parted, slightly agape until she closed it. She almost whimpered in the man's presence. The command he had over his own body, the elegance of movement, the confidence, and it flowed from his touch; a man of power whom could easily dictate to the girl, and she would let him based on his handsome good looks, and his outward gentlemanly behaviour. &nbsp;“A bird passing the window at night.” Serianna mumbled, only thinking that most birds nest at night, and she nodded all the same. &nbsp;“Then I shall think of those odd noises as nothing but natural if you do, those bumps in the night.” Her dark red lips smiled at him, and she pushed all thoughts of hauntings aside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 20:33:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He took notice of how she seemed frozen in time as he touched her, enjoying the few moments where she didnt seem to know what to do. His hand came up to cup her cheek again, holding it as he looked into her eyes and slowly the same movement happened as he felt her skin and the warmth of her body. "This way please." he whispered before taking a step back and leading her down the long halls at the end of the main hall.<br><br>Several hundred yards down the hallway they came to an exit and just outside were the gallows but they had rotted away from time. Even further in the distance was a fence made of iron and inside was a mass of tombstone's and even a few stone masoleum's. "This is the graveyard. Warriors and civilians that served the lord and master well were buried here during his reign. Some of the tombstones still bear names and deeds of those brave men and women." He paused there, walking forward toward the rotted gallows and pointed a finger up toward where they would have hanged people. "Of course this is the execution grounds as well. Most prisoners were hanged or beheaded without trial but for those that the lord personally disliked they had a much worse fate in the chapel, which is where we will go next."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 20:54:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Almost mindlessly, Serianna obediently followed the man, her employer, down the silent hallway and to the exit. The words, those he spoke of men and women, of graves and executions, fluttered through her mind and on having an ill feeling churn in the pit of her stomach, Serianna looked away. Her eyes closed to block out the sights for a moment, and although not gruesome, she had never been one to enjoy the cruelty inflicted upon others or the morbidness, and she swore for but seconds she heard the suffocation of a man being strangulated by the rope of the noose. Her hand fluttered to her neck, and she murmured a blessing for the dead in Romany, a language taught to her by her mother, and one that was of her father's influence. <em>The Chapel</em>. Serianna caught the man by the hand, and drew close to him. &nbsp;“Please, I do not mean to be rude, but I care not to see where man has suffered.” Serianna quietly pleaded with him, and offered him a gentle smile. &nbsp;“It frightens me for what they have been through. It is felt through time, their anguish and sorrow and suffering. ” It made sense to her, and she knew she sounded cowardly, but at that moment, she cared not.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 21:08:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached forward again, cupping her cheek with his hand as he stared into her eyes. He was looking at the deep emotion's she had felt and after a moment he nodded as his fingers traced along her jaw and a single one set on her lips as if to silence her. "Alright, then we will go up to the watchtowers." he said as the finger was removed. <br><br>Without another word he led her back into the hallway they had come from and back through the main hall and up to the third floor. On the way he pointed out the various decorations such as paintings, suits of armor, and the occasional mantle. When they arrived on the top of the walls he walked slowly, half watching where he was going and half looking down over the garden. He didnt stop till they stood outside of a furnished office with more works of art inside. "This is the Northeast watchtower and one of four other watchtowers. They were built onto the castle walls in 640 A.D to house small groups of soldiers and grant further defensive might against enemies. Each watchtower has been decorated differently and has a heavy bell in its tower which was used to warn the rest of the castle in case of enemy attack. The northeast tower also doubles as my personal study where I conduct a great deal of business and where many of my books end up if they are not in the library."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 23:37:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Serianna deeply inhaled on feeling his smooth warm skin against her face yet again, and she stood still barely breathing as his gaze penetrated hers, and for some time, it felt like time and eternity stopped. She could only hear her slight breathing, and her heart beating in her thin chest; blood pulsated near her ears, and only after moments did he agree to leave the Chapel be, her words effecting him to a degree. She could only manage the simplest of words for his consideration. &nbsp;“Thank you, milord.”<br><br>She followed the lord to the watchtowers, minding her footing and paying heed of her surroundings as well as the history of the lord's home. She made a mental note of the north-east tower being the lord's private study, and being a storage room for books that he valued if they were not in the library. Serianna nodded her head. &nbsp;“And are the bells still functional, milord?” She asked, as curiosity nibbled at her mind. It was, for the most part, an odd question, but bell towers always seemed to be important, and bells in general warded off imaginary creatures such as fairies...yet for Serianna, she had the distinct belief that they existed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>23-01-2008, 00:24:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded for a moment while leading her inside and pointed to the ladder that led to the next floor. "Yes the bells in all the towers still work fine, each one was made through some impressive mosonry and smithing so I am sure they will last for many centuries to come. There is a ladder only in this tower though, the other have been removed simply because I did not want anyone hiding in them. Do be careful of bats though, sometimes they enjoy sleeping in the bell towers."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>23-01-2008, 15:52:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A light airy laugh came from Serianna as she peered up the tower and into the darkness in which the ladder ascended. &nbsp;“I will let the bats have their home, milord, that I guarantee.” Serianna assured him, and offered a smile to her employer. &nbsp;“Although I am not a fan of the winged creatures, I understand the benefits of having them, and rest assured too that if one ever enters my chambers, I will be calling upon you to remove it and set it free. I'm not squirmish of them, but as a child I had one caught and tangled in my hair for half an hour, and I'd just prefer not to be near them.” She blushed at the story. She had been ten years old, and out playing amongst the trees in the forest in the eve, a simple game of hide and seek, when one swooped into her mane of hair. In reflecting on this, she wondered who was more frightened, her or the bat, and she guessed the bat. &nbsp;“Shall we continue onwards?” Her dark eyes dared to peer into his face, into his eyes, and within moments, she turned to look away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>23-01-2008, 19:29:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled at the story, giving her an amusing smile before walking out of the watchtower. "Yes, lets head to the library." he told her before walking back toward the main hall. Rather then descending down the stairs he stayed on the third floor and walked toward a building like structure on top of the main hall. Outside it had all manner of tables and lawn chairs set out. "On occasion I just sit here and read, soaking in the sun and knowlege all at once." he stated before moving to the door and opening it. <br><br>They stepped inside of a large chamber with walls lined with bookshevles and shelves in the center. Each shelf was stuffed full of books of various types and even a few on the nearby tables and floors. "This is the library, you may read anything you like in here but you may not take books from the library without permission. "
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>28-01-2008, 21:37:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Serianna did her best to note the passages, and to get a better understanding of her surroundings; never was she grand at directions, but with given time she knew she would eventually remember every nook and cranny. She said little as she walked to the library with her employer.<br><br>Once inside the library, she found the air drier and warmer then elsewhere that the couple had been and more than likely it was due to preserve the books. Volumes of leather bound books and tomes lined the shelves; some had fancy decorated spines, and others plain and worn as if each had it's own personality. Again, his Lordship reiterated the rule of books staying in the library. &nbsp;“It is well noted, Sir.” Serianna said, and she knew somewhere in the future she would end up dusting the ungrateful room. &nbsp;“And if I may say so, quite impressive. It is the largest I have seen, but I haven't managed to leave the village all that often.” Serianna added, and did so rather timidly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>28-01-2008, 22:29:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He walked over to one of the couches and ran his hand over its deep brown wooden frame. His fingers only brushed against the cushioning that looked like it was made of wool and stained red with an intricate white flower design. "Well I thank you Serianna. My collection gives me a great deal of pride." as he came around to the front of the couch he sat down and then patted the seat next to him in a "come hither" fasion. "I dont keep a full staff so normally I make dinner in the evenings and supplies are brought to the gate every morning. Im curious, do you know how to cook Serianna? If so I think on occasion it might be nice to taste your cuisine."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>28-01-2008, 23:55:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Serianna's dark eyes watched the young Lord circle the sofa, his hand drawn to the wood, and his fingertips played lightly over the rich hue of fabric before he sat down rather comfortably, leisurely, and given that state, he idly patted the cushion next to his seat. Without question or hesitation, Serianna went to him, and sat down as if she were an obedient child or pet, and carefully she listened to him. She was alarmed at the question, and shook her head. &nbsp;“Yes, milord, I can cook, but I am no chef. They are just ordinary meals that my mother taught me or that I puzzled it out by accident.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>29-01-2008, 01:42:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she sat down by him he leaned back in the couch as his rich green eye's drank in the look over her again. "Excellent, perhaps tonight you could make something and we could share it over the candle light." he said as his lips curled into an inviting smile. "If you dont mind, tell me about yourself Serianna. I always like to know those that work for me, it makes our relationship far more interesting."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>30-01-2008, 15:16:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Serianna turned fully to look at the man. At first she was in disbelief that he asked the question for few people ever wanted to know about her, but too, perhaps he was asking out of politeness, and so she decided to keep her answer rather short. She did, however, remain rather close to him, and not once did she turn from him. She only shifted to sit on her foot. &nbsp;“Me? There is not much to tell. I was born and raised in the village along with my two brothers. My mother, she cared not to remarry, and so for as long as I can recall, there was no father in our family. She has informed me that my father was of the Romani people through, and maybe that explains some of my superstitions. Regardless of that, my mother, she worked outside of the home, and so that is what I did when I was not in school. A very dull and common life, milord.” Serianna confessed, and gave him a demure smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nocturnal Reverie (Brandon &amp; Airindel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>30-01-2008, 22:06:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He cocked his head to the side as he watched her, listening to her words and considering what they were worth. The brilliant green eyes looking into her as if they were peering into her soul. "What about those things that make you, you. What do you like to do when you arent working, what about your friends, what can I do to make your stay in my home more enjoyable? I dont want you to just work here, I want you to enjoy working here my dear."
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