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[ 83] Llorana: Familial Obligation (2/3)
Wed Nov 3 16:19:48 2010
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Nianica Drondon Jinquil Azaros (storynote chain)
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As night fell on the cottage, the many tasteful torches that dotted the
estate were lit, casting the whole sprawling length of it in flickering,
majestic shadow that spurred the imagination to think of a mystical evening
full of intrigue and wonder.
Llorana quietly wished they could bypass the whole uncomfortable,
disapproving part that was bound to arise but she was resigned to it at this
point. She knew her mother entirely too well to assume anything might
possibly be different.
The thought made her look down, at the elegant dress she had chosen. It had
been something her mother bought for her long ago. All slender and sleek,
accentuating her height, her shape and the emerald of her eyes. It was dark
green with emerald embroidery. It fell in a loose assortment of bunched
cloth around her chest, revealing more than she was comfortable with but
allowing the long fall of the tasteful gold necklace with its tassled
emeralds to be fully viewed. Tall slender boots to match, visible through
slits up along either leg and an emerald diadem holding the rather simple
bun hairstyle she'd settled for. It let the locks beneath the bun fall to
cover her back, which was open from shoulder to shoulder and fell down a
little too far for comfort - again.
She was the picture of elegance that her mother had always wanted and she
held to some hope that it would please her mother just a little. It was the
least she could do, considering everything she had to explain...
That made her look over at Drondon as he slipped out of his portion of her
bedroom suite. He was pulling a little uncertainly at a cuff of his suit,
looking very smart indeed, which inevitably brought an easy smile to her
lips. He stopped short though when he looked up at her and his eyes got a
little wide. She just shook her head and moved to slip her arm through the
crook of his elbow.
They didn't have far to walk, during which they shared some low spoken words
about what more he could possibly expect from her high born mother. He
struck her as remarkably calm and composed considering how nervous she felt,
but having him with her was very much like a breath of fresh air. She
couldn't imagine not having him in her life...
Feeling a greater sense of nervousness overcome her, she found herself
gazing out at the shadows though the effort of trying to see beyond the
flickering flames of the many torches was silly. Any night vision, even
infrared, was useless now. Instead, she let out a long calming breath,
squared her shoulders and managed to gather her confidence as she and
Drondon paced out onto the raised green granite patio and the heavily
adorned table, already sitting the majority of its occupants.
Her father - blessed Lady it was good to see him! - dark of hair and
complexion, was seated at the head of the table dressed in his very best.
Everything about him seemed to point to Jinquil and her darker looks, which
was brought home again as she stopped to stare at him. She was immediately
struck by his welcoming smile but his eyes told a cautionary tale as they
shifted only a fraction to indicate her mother, who was even then rising
from her chair.
She was every inch the highborn pure blooded Shalonesti elf. From the long
golden hair to the slender form garbed in soft flowing yellow and gold. Her
eyes were emerald and when they fell upon her, Llora felt her tension
skyrocket. Flinty, cold, uncompromising. The woman was angry and had been
for some time.
...and she was walking toward her!
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