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 Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 7:08 pm
*Dafyd chuckles* Kara, then. Well met. You may call me Syr Dafyd, or Dafyd if it strikes your fancy.
*he takes a long pull from his glass and smiles* Your master's son may call me, Syr.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 7:18 pm
Hm hm hm...
Oh, I see. :::Still, slightly bitter, but willing to drink wine over it::: You're quite the charmer when you're not yelling for my engendered silence, Dafyd. :::She sips her the wine again, wondering:::
You must have already been here if you're accustomed to pouring ladies their wine. When are you from?
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 7:34 pm
I'll be most happy to answer that. *Dafyd refills her glass and his own* ...if you tell me about this master of yours.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 7:39 pm
:::Kara, normally so happy to think about her Beloved, now wishes she hadn't brought it up... Her lies were coming appart by her own volition, but she had yet to tell him any of the truth... she risks letting her smile appear painted on:::
He's the one who is the master of this place. :::She motions with her eyes all around him:::
An angel, and a god to my people...
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 7:50 pm
*Dafyd considers this. Angel. God. He finishes his glass. Why not?*
And he rules over this place? Where is he? I have yet to see him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 7:53 pm
Well, it's hard to say whether or not, he rules this place... as it was explained to me, he's the most powerful though.
:::She sips, and continues... considering that if she just answers all his questions outright, they might move on to something else:::
And if you haven't seen him, it's because he- I guess he fades in and out the way you and I do.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 8:04 pm
*Dafyd nods. Better a ruler constantly on the move than a ruler who trembles within his towers. He pours the wine again, keeping their glasses full*
I would be most honored to meet him. *and then we shall see whether he and his son are cut from the same cloth*
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 8:10 pm
:::She smiled at him as he filled her glass:::
And you should be. He's wonderful...
:::Again she tries not to appear uneasy, and she hides her lips in the wine glass. Whe she pulls them back, she decides its her turn to ask questions:::
Now... I believe you were going to tell me when it is you're from.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 8:22 pm
The Year of our Lord, 516, by the Church's reckoning, although there are older ways to count it. *he answers without pause or reservation*
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 8:29 pm
Well, holy crap then. :::She smiles wryly into her glass:::
I'm from the 20th year of the new age... but counting in the ancient way... your church's way... that puts me well over 2000 years ahead of you.
:::Shaking her head a little:::
Brink of Time, the great leveler...
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 8:44 pm
*Dafyd arches an eyebrow* Two millennia... I confess, I can hardly imagine. What strange wonders must exist in your time...
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 8:47 pm
:::She finally looks at him... not bothering to hide the sadness, though she smiles through it anyhow:::
Actually... there aren't many left. Humans used to cover the earth when it was green but now-
::She bites her tongue:::
Maybe- it's not right for me to tell you these things. I'm sorry. And anyway, you'll never have to worry about it, right?
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 8:51 pm
*he grins* unless of course I live forever... *he toasts that and finishes his glass*
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 8:53 pm
:::She raises an eyebrow, toasts with him:::
We already have one of those in here...
:::She sips:::
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 9:02 pm
*Dafyd laughs and sets his empty glass down* Then perhaps I can learn.
*He gives her shoulder a squeeze as he walks back to the middle of the room. He eyes the door and the two entryways. One led to to a series of rooms like the one in which he rested. The other entryway led to wherever it was the Cat fled. The door... he walks up to examine it*
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