<font color=DARKKHAKI>He reaches for her shoulder and tightens his grip. His expression full of sorrow stares after her. "Well, let's not talk about that, shall we? Only good times ahead, as I've met my first friend in this fine new kingdom." He runs his hands through his black curls, his hand shaking slightly. -- crossroads

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Subject: He reaches for her shoulder and tightens his grip. His expression full of sorrow stares after her. "Well, let's not talk about that, shall we? Only good times ahead, as I've met my first friend in this fine new kingdom." He runs his hands through his black curls, his hand shaking slightly.

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Lord Bowdyn
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Date Posted: 20:31:48 05/19/01 Sat
In reply to: Mabellina 's message, "She blushes, eyes still downcast. "I am not jesting. And I am not lucky enough to have a fiance. Not at present, mind you." She gives a luke-warm grin, upturning expressive eyes back to Victor. "Several times I have been...well...left behind."..." on 20:28:39 05/19/01 Sat

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She nods, not really trusting herself to speak at the moment. She wasn't going to cry - tears wouldn't help and she felt she really had no use for them. Straightening, she feels his arm on her shoulder for the first time. "I thank you for that...And yes, I seem to have made another friend." She dons a smile, glancing at the now-quiet sky. "'Tis over, the storm. Might I suggest a ride, or do you wish it not?" (NT) Mabellina 14:24:58 05/21/01 Mon

"It sounds lovely Milady. Shall I meet you out front?" He tilts his eyes downward so he could stare into hers more easily. "Althought, I am more keen on the rain streaked skys upon our backs as we ride, but I suppose that is the attitude of any man with a boys spirit." (NT) -- Lord Bowdyn, 15:41:02 05/22/01 Tue

Verdant green eyes seem to twinkle, a slightly sly look in them. "Aye, I love a good ride. Perhaps it will indulge our tastes later." She tilted her head to the side, as if searching his eyes. "'Tis good to remain partly child, Milord. yes, I shall meet you out front." She turned, jogging down the aisle to where Celtic was stabled...[inside for anyone who cares...lol] -- Mabellina, 16:59:54 05/22/01 Tue