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 Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 7:05 pm
"It would make things much easier if we could read her thoughts, couldn't we?" she posed. Her fingers began to relax and lie in gentler curves against the table. It was as much of an outburst as she would ever allow herself to have, seemingly. The ocean changed as quickly as a stormcloud passing over it, the waves receding into placid swells once again.
"We only know her intentions, not her fears. But that's enough."
Vasilisa finished off her tea -- pinky out, in genuine Paris fashion. Sometimes she got caught up in memories about Europe. But that, along with the rest of her history, was just another story.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 7:29 pm
“If I could help” He said wistful and silenced himself. It was no good wishing when he could only be sure of her ire. “I will be more mindful in the future, if she allows me one madam. I sincerely hope that there will be a good one for all of us.”
“One hopes to live long enough to have so admirable a control over my temper as you.” He added with just a hint of something more civil and edging on less serious in his tone. He was amazed at her control, and thought most should be.
“…Thank you madam for the tea.” He said and lifted his cup to finish the bitter zesty brew. “And everything you’ve given me to think on.”
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