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 Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 2:58 pm
*She laughs dryly* I shall keep that advice in mind.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 3:10 pm
...Aside from that, I hope you enjoy your stay. Like I said, if you find yourself here long enough to get tired, there's a room waiting for you. I have a glass of apple wine waiting for me at the bar. You're welcome to join me if you like...
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 3:12 pm
*Melliandra considers his offer, then eyes the bookshelves.* Enjoy your wine then. *she waves her hand at him dismissively* Save me a glass, and I'll be along shortly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 3:14 pm
:: A faint smashing sound can be heard from the direction of the bar. Hopefully, the wine is intact >_>::
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 3:15 pm
...see you there. :::He then hears the smashing:::
What the...
:::And he sprints down the hall to see what the noise is about:::
*Exit Kal to Main room 611*
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2005 3:23 pm
*Melliandra watches Kal take off, in no immediate rush to follow* Now, what could that be . . . *she deliberates a moment longer between the books and the smashing sound before shrugging and heading back down the hall to investigate*
**Exit Melliandra to Main, 611**
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 8:37 am
**Enter Maggie**
*Maggie flickers into the library, crouched down from working in the kitchen garden behind the inn, a basket over her arm that she's been gathering chamomile and lavander into for freshening up the rooms. She rises when she sees where she is, glancing about sort of sadly.*
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 8:40 am
** Enter Bard from Bard - 'Into thy hands' 18 **
*Bard fades in, his face buried in his hands, sobbing softly*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 8:53 am
*Maggie turns at the sound and breathes in sharply, her heart tightening at the sight of him in such a state. She drops her basket without a thought to it, her first instict to rush over to him.*
*She halts about a foot away, the hurt and uncertainty of their last encounter grabbing hold of her. But she shoves it down . . . she can't keep herself from going to him, not when he's like this. Kneeling at his side, she tentatively reaches her hand out to touch his shoulder, speaking softly* . . . Bard . . .
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 9:07 am
*Bard lifts his head, staring in wonder at Maggie. His eyes are red and swollen, his cheeks wet with tears. He mouths her name without really saying it*
*He reaches out, as if not quite sure she's real, stroking the side of her face... flesh and blood. He pulls her tightly into his arms with a shuddering sob*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 9:21 am
*Maggie's startled for a moment, but she winds her arms around him in return. She doesn't entirely know what's going on . . . but right now, she doesn't need to. He's here. He's hurting, but he's letting her comfort him now, and for that much at least she is grateful. She closes her eyes against the tears forming there and holds on to him tightly, gently stroking his hair, just letting him cry as much as he needs to*
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 9:31 am
*Bard clings to Maggie, whispering through his tears* I'm sorry... I'm so sorry....
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 9:47 am
Oh, Bard . . . *However hurt she was by his words to her before, it pales next to the pain he's in now* 'Tis alright . . . 'tis alright, Bard . . . *she tells him, trying to reassure him.*
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 9:50 am
*Bard simply holds Maggie as though she'll disappear if he lets go*
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2005 10:06 am
*She keeps her arms around him comfortingly* I'm here, I'm with ye. I'm always with ye . . . *she tells him softly, and even though the words met with rejection last time, she continues, barely above a whisper* . . I love ye . ..
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