Delia Sarafine Mowbray
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Mellow Marshwiggle
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« Reply #0 on: January 04, 2010, 11:02:59 PM » |
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No... There was no way that this pompous man could possibly be her beloved childhood friend. It simply wasn't possible. She pursed her lips at his words. No. She wouldn't accept it. How? How on earth was this possible? She felt as if she had been tricked or somehow betrayed, though she didn't know by whom. By him, of course. No, no, this could not be her Sephen. He had just intercepted her letters. Somehow. He looked into her past without knowing who she was. He did... something. She'd figure it out later.
At present, she stooped to gather cold handfuls of fluffy white snow, quickly packing it into a half formed snowball and then hurling it at him, aiming for his smug face. "I am here to meet a noble Lord who is far more courteous and far less pompous than the likes of you!" she retorted. This was their special place. How else would he have known about it if he weren't the very man she was seeking? Perhaps he was really Killian, playing a joke. Surely Sephen would never... "You're not him! I know you're not him! You can't possibly be!" She stooped for more snow.
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« Last Edit: January 05, 2010, 01:27:11 PM by Delia Sarafine Mowbray »
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CotM - Mar. 2010
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It was just a little fun, lighten up. (rubs his cheek) You're lucky you're a lady, else I'd have boxed your ears.
