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 Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 7:18 pm
ℓε§ℓïε ♫~♫ ℓïττℓɘ gïяℓ ωɦყ cяყ ... ♫~♫
♫~♫ ωɦყ ƒïgɦτ ... ♫~♫
♫~♫ ωɦყ ɘvɘŋ τяყ ... ♫~♫  She was delighted at his reply, never had she thought his reaction to be as such but it had taken pressure off her a bit. “I do so hope you like it sir, it is one of the meals I liked the best at my old home.” she said softly with a gentle smile pulling ever so slightly at the corner of her lips. “As for the drink it was always told that red wine was best for it, though I myself have never had such. The only think close to red wine I had drank was juice as a small child.” she added placing the tip of her finger on her chin as she reminisced. She turned and looked back at Rilanus, her blood red wondering with curiosity. “I have always had water but I would suggest red wine for you at least. I heard it goes quite well with the taste of the roast.” she gently as she turned around to get the utensils for the meal. Her dark wings began to flutter gently letting her small figure get to the top of the cabinets and retrieve glasses and plates. Soon her hands trailed across the drawers to the silverware to grab forks, spoons, and a large knife.
After a short aloutment of flying her wings rested as she began to cut the roast into slices to place upon the plates. It was soon followed by the herb like mashed potatoes. Her eye then glanced softly over her shoulder to see if he had indeed went to retrieve the red wine or not. ♫~♫ ყσµя ∂ɘα∂ τσ ოɘ ... ♫~♫
♫~♫ ƒσяɘvɘя ოσяɘ! ♫~♫ ((It is quite fine my dear, I thought you had completely forgotten about me. Though, I am glad you are back, I hope things get less hectic dear.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 8:49 am
 ╣Rilanus Seran╠Rilanus was tilting his chair back on two legs, only really listening closely enough to hear that she liked the meal herself and red wine was suggested. 'Never had wine?' he mused as he set the chair right gently, 'either she's a minor, or her master just liked to refuse her small luxuries.' Without a word, he stood and made his way back down into the basement. Having lived most of his life in such conditions, the drow didn't bother to turn on the light as he passed the shrine and other furniture all shrouded in darkness. He made his way unerringly down one of the halls to a nearby room, only turning the light on to make sure he had the correct bottle before easily making his way out of the pitch black shadows.
As he entered the kitchen, a familiar smile tugged at Rilanus's lips. It faded instantly when he realized he'd been about to insist that Leslie sit down while he served them both a glass of the wine. It was behavior he showed while entertaining clients at work, and the drow understood that it was the familiar act of retrieving a drink for himself and a lady that had brought forth the habitual manners. 'Next time I'll have her get it,' he noted silently as he continued into the room and to his seat. Easily his smile returned, this time the one he'd been showing Leslie thus far, appearing more self-indulgent than friendly or polite.
By the time she looked over, Rilanus had silently returned to his seat with the bottle placed before him. He met her gaze and slightly pushed the wine her way, his smile widening a little in the hopes that he had surprised her with how quickly and quietly he was able to go fetch it. "Go ahead and pour some for yourself as well," he instructed, finally speaking. "It would only be an insult to your dish and my taste in wine to not let you try it."
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 1:41 pm
ℓε§ℓïε ♫~♫ ℓïττℓɘ gïяℓ ωɦყ cяყ ... ♫~♫
♫~♫ ωɦყ ƒïgɦτ ... ♫~♫
♫~♫ ωɦყ ɘvɘŋ τяყ ... ♫~♫ Leslie blinked in surprise. She had expected the seat to be empty but there he sat before her with the wine already at hand. She blushed softly at the thought him offering her wine. A twinge of guilt knotted in her insides as she realized this man was so fairly different than that of her father. Of course he spoke harshly from time to time but so was the nature of masters in order to keep their slaves proper. She flapped her wings and gracefully flew over to the table keeping her eyes more so on the silverware and plates than where she was going (the whole purpose of flying). Gently she laid the plates down with the silverware and off she went to fly to the top of the cabinets to achieve some glasses. Once doing so she came back and observed the wine bottle carefully. Thoughts on how to open it crossed her mind but not knowing how to open such a thing she just stuck one of her nails in and pulled it off (with much effort). Slowly she poured the wine and took the cork off her finger before setting the glasses down. Her dark red eyes trailed over to him waiting for him to say to her to finally be seated. That was one thing her father had drove into her skull for sure. Her hand softly curled around the hem of her dress as waited there smiling. “There you go sir, it’s sure to touch some taste sensors” she said softly.
♫~♫ ყσµя ∂ɘα∂ τσ ოɘ ... ♫~♫
♫~♫ ƒσяɘvɘя ოσяɘ! ♫~♫
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