Wedding Reception of Islandbabe & Malion Scott

Marzy had noted Lord Heinrich’s hesitation. Surely a man who got so cozy
wouldn’t hesitate in such a manner with her now. Then again he isn’t
the normal crew she hangs with either. Taking a deep and nervous breath
she smiles listening to him speak. Her face showing great shock at
mention of Thump_her. Twitching slightly at talk of her going to Bath.
Things had turned into such a mess for her. She wanted to come, but with
earlier meetings. It maybe a short while. Still with a heart thumping
from the wine she remembers her propriety dipping down into a quick
curtsy. Then standing back up.

“Aye if you
wish to meet my monkey I can arrange his arrival with me. Although he is
a bit…” pausing while she searched her drunken haze for the
right terms. “Shall we say peculiar?” she
looked questioningly knowing surely he wouldn’t know for himself, but
she was slightly tankered. She clears her throat with a dry gulp.
Leaning in she softly whispers in his ear. “As for
you pants those must be earned back my dear.” standing back up
she presses her shoulders back maintain her proper posture.

Watching
regretfully as he mingled away. Then distracted by a dance with Shad.
Even as exciting as they were. An old times flowed threw them the music
quickly ends. Shad spins her back over to the wine. Her eyes light up
picking up a glass. Walking over to Revan and Lord H she goes to
introduce her friend.

“Lord H and Revan
this is a dear friend of mine from long ago Shadowccaster. Long time in
the service of Somerset has he been. Although likely forgotten he is a
grand man. An few know me so well.” shushing herself as she
realized she was rambling on she puts a near by wine glass to her mouth
noticing she slightly wobbling. Still able to hold up strong and deny
the drunkenness.

As we are dancing I catch the view of
reception hall starting to fill up with our friends.

Malion and I return to
the dance floor gliding across the marble floor the song is up beat
causing others to join us on the floor. As the song comes to an end he
dips me we laugh in unison as I brought back up from out of the dip we
embrace and I see that many of our friends are having fun dancing.

Fireworks!
Lem screams; "The Fireworks have started."
Lem comes running over
shouting and pointing out the elaborate windows the fireworks, the
fireworks. Lem breaks free runs over to the window to watch the massive
display of fireworks. Malion and I walk hand in hand over to where Lem
is standing take his hand we head out through the etched glass doors to
the patio.


With my arm wrapped
around Malion’s waist and his wrapped around mine we smile to one
another when in my peripheral view I catch Silvermane and Trisalene walk
up behind us. Turn give Trisalene then Silvermane a big hug. We stand
quietly watching the fireworks.








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♥† Islandbabe Scott †♥

Llop and Caitilin walk in the reception and are amazed at the
many things prepared. In a table nearby, where gifts are exposed, Llop
can see his presents have been delivered. He checks them:

A
jewelry box for Islandbabe

A helmet and a gorget for
Malion

The music has made Islandbabe
and Malion dance, and he looks at Caitilin, smiling. A dance is what he
wants right now!

"Would you bestow upon me the
honour to dance with me, mi'Lady Caitilin?" Llop asks with a
deep bow and a flourising of his hand.

Raffiox enters the Ballroom And goes to salute and greet his friend and
Corporal Islandbabe and then shakes the hand of Malion:
[b]My
sincere congratulations my dear friends .I hope that u prosper together
in our fair city.
I am a little shy that couldn't get u any proper
gifts for the occasion and i promise u i'll make it up to u guys.It is a
very happy occasion for me to see anyone of my friends getting married
and i would to the drink to that and to ur health.

As Caitilin and Llop arrived the fireworks had started and were filling
the night sky with more brightly colored stars. The light from the
skyfire shined on Llop's form and she couldn't help but kiss him there
and then. Her eyes shined with the excitement of the evening ahead.

Also
checking for the timely delvery of her gifts to the happy couple,
Caitilin examined the parcels.

For Islandbabe, an exquisite
necklace and earrings of the Mackintosh Rose.

And for Malion a finely crafted Belgian
Crossbow Pistol.



When the music started Caitilin heard Llop
ask, "Would you bestow upon me the honour to dance with me,
mi'Lady Caitilin?"

She enjoyed dancing, but most of all
dancing in Llop's arms. "M'Lord, my Love you do me the honor to
ask. Yes, I would love to dance with you now and long into the night."

Caitilin
took Llop's arm and they began to dance. In his arms her heart was
light and her eyes shined reflecting the love they shared.

Quote:

“Lord H and Revan this is a dear friend of mine from long ago Shadowccaster. Long time in the service of Somerset has he been. Although likely forgotten he is a grand man. An few know me so well.”

Revan smiles as she puts her hand out. "A
pleasure to meet you, Shadowcaster." She gets distracted by the
fireworks before she can say anything else.

James walked around the castle for ages, trying to locate the ballroom.
Its not his first time being lost in this place and it certainly won't
be his last. He tried to rely on his instinct, but that failed him.
James walked in circles and circles around the castle trying to figure
out where the party is held. At the moment where his frustration is
starting to build, he met a familiar face. Mady stood near a door, not
far away from where he is. James jogged forward anxiously and greeted
her, "Hey Mady! Erm...listen I know this sounds weird but can you bring
me to the ballroom where my sis is? I got lost again and I swear this
place is a maze..." James did not continue as Mady laughed and pointed
him to the door next to them.

At that moment, James heard music
playing and the chattering of guests. He felt really stupid...

"Oh..."
James stood there, looking into the ballroom. Hesistating for a moment,
he pulled out a box which contains and just stood there at the door. In
the box contains...

Marz being quiet light headed now was enjoying the conversation of Lord
Heinrich, Revan, Shadow, and slipping small looks and winks to Frosty.
Being a tad bit bubbly she heard the announcement for the fireworks. Her
eyes suddenly light up. Twirling around to where the loud booms and
bams emanated.

As she turned upon her heels her feet became
intertwined. Whether it was from the wine or a sheer miscalculation, but
likely both causes being the reason. She suddenly tumbled and falls
back. Having landed flat smack upon her duff, but at least she had not
made a loud noise as she fell.

Once down she looked around for a
slight second. Legs stretched out front of her, and her ankles now
exposed. “Yea good spot.” she grinned
turning quite red before forcing her focus upon the fireworks. Little
ohhs and ahhs can be heard from down below. Sitting apparently
mesmerized by the bright flashes, and sparkling lights.

She
winced ever so slightly biting her lip, so turning white and red in the
pressure. Oddly enough she had agitated her right hip. Not wanting to
make it public knowledge of what lay there though. She knew if Revan had
noticed she would notice her hand cupping the spot.

Thank
Jah I am always in red. she thinks to herself while trying to
purposely stare blankly into the fireworks. Passing this event as if it
was to be completely a natural one for her, and being oblivious to those
around her.

Allikath arrives late as usual to her friends wedding.
Fighting off
an illness that has plagued her persistently for several days she
arrived at the church just as her friend and her new husband were
leaving for the reception. Alas too late to witness her friend's joyous
day.
Climbing back into her carriage she tells the driver to take her
to the reception as she slumps into her seat weak from repeated bouts
of fever, nausea and dehydration.
Her delirious thoughts centered on
her friend's happiness after witnessing a few emotional situations she
had watched her friend go through while trying to comfort her.
Alli's
heart was happy her friend had finally found the love, joy and
happiness she had been seeking.

Finally arriving at the
reception she stumbles getting out of the carriage. The doorman's strong
hand is there to stabilize her.

Entering the great hall the
cacophony of voices and abundances of odors makes her head swim. The
crowed mass of people in attendence is nearly suffocating.
Feeling
feint and dizzy she finds a chair.
While wishing for the comfort and
restfullness of her own bed her single focused thought is what a
wonderful day this is for her good friend Islandbabe and how happy she
is for her. Wishing her the same joy and happiness for the rest of her
life.
Alli smiles thinking how glad she is she was able to be there
for a small part of it.

Mady was just about to enter the ballroom, when she noticed a
handsome man in a tux, wandering around, looking lost. As the man came
near, she recognized Fate-Dream-James ( ) and grinned.
"Hello dear, lost again?" she smiled,
messing up Dream's hair. "Well, here we are, let's go inside, I think we
are fashionably late..."

As they both wak inside, her eyes widen
at the sight of this grand ballroom, so elegantly decorated. She
recognizes familiar faces and nods to them gracioucly, before
approaching the happy couple.

She gives both of them a warm hug
and whispers "Well, that was by far the most touching weddind I have
ever witnessed, I want to thank you for letting me have the honor to
participate in it. My dear friends, may Jah always guide your path and
bless this love that you share, and help it grow even more. May you
always feel as happy as you do today".

She then walks away,
takes a glass of fine wine, and starts mingling with the crowd, looking
for Dream, and heading closer to Lord Heinrich, whom she never had the
honor to meet in person.

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MADRUGADA
BATH
SAS - Corporal of the Iron Scorpions

James followed Mady into the ballroom and starts to sweat profusely. He
looked nervously around for awhile and parted with Mady soon after.
Working himself towards his sister, he pulled her aside and revealed the
present he brought.

"Remember you gave me three carvings sis? I
have three for you too. One representing you, the other Mal, and the
last one is for your future child."

James smiled nervously and
wondered if his sister will accept his gift.

Sipping her wine Frosty glances towards Marzy, Lord_H, and Revan, and
Shadow. Giving Marzy a nod as the fireworks had started. Her eyes lit up
and a warm smiled crosses her lips as she watched the colorful flashes
of light while listening to the thunderous booms.

Setting her
empty glass down and picking up another Frosty curiously glances back at
her friend with a grin as she watched her with Lord_H.

Frosty's
smile soon faded. Letting out a gasp, her eyes shot wide open as she
watched Marzy land on the floor.

Walking quickly over to help
pick her up off the floor, Frosty had noticed Marz's hand resting on her
hip. Not wanting Marzy to know that she had noticed Frosty gently
reaches her hand to Marzy and quietly whispers.. "Lets find you a
comfortable chair to rest a few minutes." Standing up she looks at
the three of them "You are most welcome to join us at the table."

(backtracking some)

In the carriage that Silvermane has
arranged for them, Trisalene smiles across at him warmly and leans
forward to take hold of his hand. She looks out the window as they ride
to the Castle and sighs happily, relaxing in the glow of the beautiful
service that she just witnessed. The words touched her heart more deeply
than she could have imagined. Even now she can still feel the weight in
her chest pushing upward. Trisalene places a hand to a small pouch that
she had asked Silver to hold aside for her with Ghost for their ride.
He had made sure it was placed in the beautiful carriage they ride in
now.

Tris turns her emerald eyes to gaze upon her beloved across
the way and smiles warmly to him. She squeezes his hand gently and then
pulls the pouch into her lap. Looking down at it, she smiles, hoping
that Babe and Malion will like her gifts. She would’ve liked to give
gifts from her and Silver both, but she had some things tucked away that
she felt were more special to give… and she silently hopes that they
will feel the same. Silver comes to sit beside her and pulls her close.
Tris smiles and leans against him, relaxing as they ride together.

Time
passes,… the landscape they pass is breathtaking. Thoughts drift in the
simple beauty of the land. But…what route are they taking to the
Castle? She looks to Silver and he smiles at her sheepishly as if he
knew the ride would not be short. He must have planned this on purpose
in order that they could spend some time alone, enjoying the beauty of
the land with the beauty of the joining of their dear friends.

Finally,
they reach the Castle and the carriage slowly comes to a halt. Silver
reaches for the door, leaning over close to Tris. She holds her breath
as his face comes close and he glances to her with his brilliant azure
eyes, smiling slowly. He reaches to place a kiss on her lips softly… she
returns it… and then he opens the door and steps out, helping her
after. Together they walk into the Castle’s Ballroom.


An
amazing sight meets their eyes and they stare in awe about the gorgeous
room. Trisalene smiles fully and hurries to find Babe and Malion, who
are dancing happily in each others arms.
“Oh
no! We missed the announcement!”
Tris sighs
disappointedly but pulls Silver along beside her to watch as Babe and
Malion light up the room… waiting to congratulate her friends.

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~ Trisalene Artalyss Norfolk ~

Marz not being in an argumentative mood, a true rarity for her, took her
friends help up off the floor. Such trials had she been threw that a
funny release, even to her own humiliation had she been in need. Marz
moved to stand easily now with her friends’ assistance she follows her
to a chair, laughing merrily and turning to hug her friend. “I wuv you Frosty.” she tried to show her
affection. Even with the wine beginning to slightly work out of her
blood, and out of her gut. She still found her old troubled pattern of
speech returning. One she had worked so long to defeat, still had its
grip’s upon her speech.

Following Frosty to a chair she giggled
happily even though happiness wasn’t what she was feeling. Once again
she allowed her small frame to fall back, but this time into a chair.
Placing a hand softly on the arm of her friends she leans forward trying
to whisper. True that it be a slurred and not so much whisper. “Lefs not forgat Swampy’z Thump_Her on ourv vrip.” speaking
while stretching her jaw. Her eyes shoot over to her friends who have
become so silent and unresponsive. Staring intently before her eyes
catch focus upon her cousin.

Blinking rather confused she tried
to clear her vision. Making sure she was seeing what she thought she
was. Indeed her cousin was there. Looking rather ill. Marz’s eyes
quickly widen with a tad of shock before she sat up and turned to the
slight red clutch in her hand. Opening the clutch she begins digging for
different items.

Retrieving some power and a mirror she lightly
powders her nose. Trying merely to make sure she wasn’t in a wretched
state. Putting those items back she finds a mint leaf she had hidden in
her purse. With a quick slip of the hand, and in fact a finger she
slipped the leaf in her mouth tucking it in her cheek. Lastly she found a
small capsule and added that as well. A small habit she had picked up
recently threw her trials, but she found helpful. Smoothing out her
hair she swallowed the capsule closing her clutch.

“My cousin Alli has just arrived she looks completely
wretched. I need to go check on her.” like a miracle Marz spurts
out. Oblivious to her previous state. Rising from the chair she
straightens out her dress and makes sure all is in order. Taking her
first steps a slight wobble, but before long she defeated it and walked
confidently again. Eyeing her cousin in hopes she hadn’t notice her
before show.

Once close enough she beckoned to her cousin. “Hail Cousin!” in the back of her mind praying
that grams wouldn’t hear of either of them at this party. She could just
hear Gram’s lecture to follow a swinging of frying pans at their heads.
Now Marz this is no way for the Morgan’s to behave. They are a
royal and noble family. she would start. Nobility comes with
certain expectations. An behaviors to match. she would go on and
on. Honestly though both Alli and Marz were the rogues of the family.
Black sheep if you will. Both living farthest to the south of the
family. Carving their ways out of the stone. Certainly most were used
to my mother Sonnie of Lancaster visit. Still few knew Marz was a way
worse drunkard than she. Alli had worked hard and long though in this
county to carve out a name for her. Independent always from the masses.
Showing a strong side of the Morgans. One that often times got met with
harshness, and later as Mar’s would discover great talk over the person.
Seems more in this county spoke of her than she of them. Was her rarely
met cousin this fascinating a person? Marz would have to learn.
Certainly the behaviors of some whose opinion were strong of her had
rubbed Marz the wrong way.

As she approached her cousin with a
smile on her face. Finally able to see just how ill her cousin appeared. “Ohhh cousin.” she shook her head pulling out
her powder again she began to powder her cousin. “We
mus hive your shines.” her speech again slipping, as she
distracted herself with her cousins condition.

As he stands to exit the carriage, his mind, in a romantic
mood
due to the emotions elicited by Babe’s and Malion’s wedding and the
breathtaking
ride from the church to the reception, Silvermane gazes fondly at
his
beloved Trisalene and kissing her lips tenderly, he whispers to her, “One
day soon … this shall be our day, but today we
celebrate the nuptials of our friends….Babe and Malion..”

Smiling
happily at Trisalene, Silvermane
gallantly opens the door of the
green and gold-trimmed carriage that brought
them to wedding
reception, descends from the carriage and turning, extends his
hands
to place them on Trisalene’s slender waist. As Trisalene stands, steps
into
Silvermane’s extended arms, he pulls her forward towards him, lifts her
delicately
into the air and making a half turn softly deposits her onto the
ground.
Gazing into her mirthful bright emerald green eyes, he extends his arm
to
her and compliments her on her beautiful gown in doing so he
smiles and elegantly
usher them into the castle.

Knowing the
castle very well, as they both have
offices here, Silvermane leads
them gracefully, directly to the ballroom. Entering,
they stand at
the doorway and glance around, astounded at the beauty and lavishness
of
the surroundings. Whispering softly into Trisalene’s ear, he exclaims, “Lady
Marzy has outdone herself, this is simply
amazing.”

We stood in awe at the door to the
ballroom.
Smiling, we watched Babe and Malion dance to the lilting sounds of
the
soft string music, mingling and permeating the air lending an aura of
further
elegance to the opulence of the celebration. Trisalene glances at
Silvermane
lovingly and waits patiently, hanging on to Silvermane’s arm, as Babe
and
Malion dance romantically in each others arms. We both watch as Babe
sways
elegantly in Malion’s arms seeing only him as she gazes
lovingly into her new
husband’s sparkling eyes. They seemed oblivious
to all else.

The music stopped, and Trisalene
hurriedly
glides toward Babe and Malion dragging Silvermane unceremoniously behind
her
by his hand. On reaching Babe, Trisalene clasps her friend happily in
her
arms and holds her for a second. “Congratulations
Babe…congratulations Malion…!”
Beaming happily at her
friends, she
continues, “Silvermane and I wish you
both the continuance of the love you both feel for each other today to
last forever…we wish you happiness… prosperity….and as many children as
Jah may permit to bless your lives.
May the Love in you, for each
other, grow and spread
to every aspect of your lives, gracing you
both with the richness of a blessed
and full life.” Silvermane
smiles at Trisalene’s words and nods, smiling
agreement to Babe and
Malion. As Trisalene kisses Malion on the cheek,
Silvermane hugs Babe
and softly kisses Babe’s cheek.

Clasping Malion’s hand, he
pulls
Malion into a manly hug and pats him on the back, he softly
exclaims, “You are one lucky man…friend” as he
glances back smiling at Babe.

Ending their happy greetings, they
all
notice that the crowd at the reception has moved by the ballroom
windows
engrossed by the colorful flashes of the fireworks which
ascend into the sky
with their thundering and booming, blooming into
sparkling arrays of glittering
flowery designs. Approaching the crowd
at the windows, Silvermane follow Babe
and Malion to watch the
fireworks display.

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Sir Richard
"Silvermane" Norfolk
Baron of Owlpen
Chancellor
of Somerset

Looking lost and confused, SoGoN rushes
around the castle finding his way to the ballroom... With the nice and
smoothing music in the air, it starts to calm his heart and slowly leads
him to the grand ballroom...

Upon entering the ballroom, he
noticed the big crowd chatting and laughing around but none of them he
could recognize... Being amazed by the magnificent decorations in the
ballroom, he drops his jaws but still managed to bring them back into
place...

Looking around, he sees Islandbabe and Malion dancing
along with the music... "What a lovely sight to be...",
he mumbles... Continuing his search, he found the table where all the
gifts are... He make his way and place his little gift attached with a
note at the corner...

On the note, he writes...

Quote:

Congratulations Mr. & Mrs. Malion Scott, A little gift from a little man. May Jah bless you both. SoGoN

Inside the box, is a small magnetic
couple keychain.



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»»
SoGoN ««
1st
Squadron - Sea Dragons

Lord Heinrich greeted Sir Shadowcaster after being introduced to
the gentleman by Lady Marzena a short time ago…

It is very
nice to meet you, good sir. Quite a lovely wedding, wouldn’t you agree.
The ballroom looks almost as beautiful as the bride!

After
talking with Sir Shadowcaster and Lady Revan for several minutes and
admiring the aura of the ballroom, Heinrich noticed that Lady Marzena
had returned into his sites. As she entered the room again, he
immediately noticed that the Lady looked very different from the wobbly
and intoxicated woman that he had just seen a short time ago on the
ballroom floor. Her hair was once again tied back carefully and her
dressed flowed neatly down to the floor; she lightly but assertively
strolled across the ballroom with a glowing smile on her face (he was
surprised by how well she had hidden the alcohol and reckoned that it
was most likely a mastered art of hers). Heinrich tried desperately to
concentrate on the conversation at hand and carefully attempted to hide
his gazing at the Lady, but kept finding himself distracted again and
again by her presence as she walked across the other end of the hall…

As the fireworks end, Silvermane faces Babe
and Malion...smiling he hands them their gift...This is from me as Tris
has picked her own gifts for you.







"May you fill these cups every
morning with your love so that each of you may drink of each other's cup
throughout the day if you shud be apart...and refill them with your
love as needed."

Silvermane hugs Babe and Malion and
smiles..."May you remember this day forever...may your love flourish and
grow in each other...and ride through the sunshine of the happy
days...and the storms of those less happy. May your future bring you all
that your hearts desire together and individually."
Bowing to the
two of them Silvermane smiles again and stands beside Trisalene as he
gazes at her and his eyes share the love he feel s for her with his
friends.

_________________
Sir
Richard "Silvermane" Norfolk
Baron of Owlpen
Chancellor
of Somerset

Tending quietly to her cousin her other cousins she had only found out
about were enjoying the ball. Marzy felt eyes on her, unmoving, and
unchanging. She could feel something deep with in her. Something like
eyes peering at her, but not the same way as she was used to. Not the
eyes of women who had too little satisfaction of their own, and could
only tell rumors of. Those she was used to after such a life. It was
different. Curiosity taking over her control Marz turns her head
following the feeling. When she did she viewed Lord Heinrich’s eyes
watching her. He appeared to be fighting with in his own will to look at
her.

With a soft laugh she smiled softly to him. Her eyes were
playing tricks upon her in showing her enjoyment of his attention. Still
how could they? Turning her head back she still smiled looking straight
down at the table. A slight shake of her head built as she thought
about what she just had witnessed in that mere moment of time. Almost
as if he had been memorizing her every reaction, and change with in her
behaviors as things came forth. Nervously she turned looking back making
sure to lock eyes with him again. Staring deeply back at him, as her
smile continued to burn on her full rose lips, trying to think of how to
get a moment of his time…

She really couldn’t tell you what it
was about this man that had made her attentions draw. In some ways it
was how dramatically different from all the others she was used to. He
was so dramatically different from herself. Being only a day away all
this time, and to have met at such a time that the world couldn’t
interrupt. Still turned towards him her eyes close. For a fleeting
moment she recalled that event. He so diviner and restrained and she so
wild, and hopelessly free. As if all troubles had left the world they
met. The northern pole and the Southern pole were one. Opening her eyes
slowly they practically begged for him to come to her, even if only for a
short moment to take in his natural musk.

With a cough she
turned to her cousin again. Reaching in her clutch and pulling out one
of her capsules. “Cousin.” she held it out
to her. “Make a’ight!” she persisted on. In
her deepest parts though her heart pattered with nerve, to her mind
whirled around that moment wondering if he had felt that cosmic melding
between them.

Heinrich continued to shift his attention back and forth, dancing
around the conversations at hand while continuing to catch glances of
Lady Marzena from across the room. Suddenly, their eyes made contact. In
that short moment, Heinrich noticed that Marzena’s eyes were as clear
as ever, and seemed to sparkle in the candle light. She smiled at him
and let out a soft laugh, which made him feel as if his legs had melted.
As the Lady broke the stare and looked down at the table, Heinrich
looked away from her as well. He did not know what it was about her that
made him feel so strange inside. Perhaps it was how different she was
from him? He had heard the stories of her life, markedly different from
his own. Maybe it was just her unique personality, a sort of
individuality that he had never seen before? He knew of the rumors; He
knew that she was dangerous. But for some reason, the thought of danger
eluded his mind. Or maybe it drew him closer to her? In any case, he
knew that the short amount of time that they had spent together had been
a wonderful experience, and it was this thought that seemed to outdo
all of the others in his mind.

Heinrich slowly got up from his
chair and went to bring back more wine for the group. On his way to the
waiters, he purposely made a detour to the table where Lady Marzena was
sitting. He approached her with a smile on his face…

Hello
again, My Lady. Are you enjoying the wedding?

The feelings bubbling deep up inside Marzy began to drive her crazed. Is
any wonder she had been drinking so heavily? How could she? So quickly
as well? She takes deep breaths trying to calm her pained mind and soul.
Everyone deserved happiness. Still her none ever cared truly about her
before. He used to try and control her until she nearly passed away. Is
like a flame on a candle. If one deprives it of its life breathing air
then it burns out. Her past was like this. He had been so jealous of
even mere words that he listened to those who really had no clue of her.
Marz had become accustomed to a life of troubles.

One person
once compared her to the brightest star in the sky. It shines so
brightly that not many can ignore it. The other stars that were not so
bright became jealous. An began struggling against their own nature, and
what made them special. Trying to bring down the Marz star, so that
they maybe the brightest again. These stars did things that they knew
were just as bad as or more despicable than what they would push Marz
about. Still that didn’t matter. Rarely did such tactics work, but
actually worked in reverse. It burned the other stars out faster.

Now
no sooner than the other she had given up on. She was done with his
mental state. Nearly killing herself three times to free herself from
him. His jealousy not even just that of men she would even waves to, but
to women as well! He had accused her of having affairs with women. Such
a disgusting accusation from one who is supposed to love her, with
Great pain she was still suffering from this. Many weeks after the fact
he is still throwing her punches and harassing her in any way he could
just to have yelled louder. There would be no happiness allowed for
Marz. Just as she was to throw up her arms while reflecting on what she
was trying to let go. Hein pops up beside her.

Her chest lightly
heaves under her distressed breath. Not many would notice, but any who
were close could see her in an anxious moment. She looked up to him and
her eyes stared into his. Speechless for a few seconds, and she reminds
herself over and over. He is different. He is different. Already he
has shown he is different. One to have proof than only ones words. One
to speak of rules, and reality, such a man of science, and always seemed
calm in moments of distress. Go for it woman! With so many rumors and
false ill talk who cares what’s one more!

Swallowing hard
the nerves back into her belly she realized her smile was still upon her
lips. Turning up into a larger smile she stepped forward just slightly
towards Hein. “I am now my dear Hein.” here
eyes on fire as she did it. She took the step forward in life. It was
time for her to learn another way, To try and find a better type of
person to have as friends, and maybe love. Someone who was not a tavern
rat dependant on wenches to try and ease their bitter soul. Walking over
she hooked her arm around Hein’s. “Would you mind
terribly escorting me outside for fresh air my dearest Hien?” she
grinned taking a chance as her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

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Would you mind terribly escorting me outside for fresh air my dearest Hien

Heinrich
hesitated for a moment, looking back at the table where he had come
from before looking back into Lady Marzena’s eyes. His mind knew that he
should go get the wine that he had came for and then return to his
table, but some voice was telling him otherwise. Perhaps it was the
voice of his heart? That was a voice that he had long forgotten; a voice
that had been of little influence to him throughout his life. He had
always thought love an irrational weakness, but for the first time he
thought differently. For the first time, without considering the
consequences, he spoke to her…

Yes, of course… I mean, no, I
wouldn’t mind escorting you outside. Not at all. I probably need some
fresh air myself.

Her heart stopped as he responded, not fully sure she was expecting him
to except. She was pleased dispite all that he was so open and
excepting. Hein’s strength was what she yearned for one to be followed
up with strength he was demonstrating all this time. As they reached the
outdoor pavilion Marz changed. She turned and looked to him trying to
seem happy and pleased. She was very pleased. This type of man is what
she truly had needed all this time. Walking with her arm wrapped in his
she made sure they went farther out from the man hall. Then with out
notice she stopped walking. Turning to face him in the moon light a tear
can be seen....

(continued in pms.)

Sweats along her brow
from the internal struggle eating her alive. Releasing her arm she
stepped back slightly. Letting him room to leave if it was what he felt
he needed to do. To make easier she even turned away letting her back to
him.