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Emi
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Date Posted: 11/12/04 7:48:44pm Fri
In reply to:
karyuudo Seraph
's message, "shower..." on 11/12/04 10:43:11am Fri
Emi sighed and followed Seraph out, but instead of stopping with him, she wisked past, and down stairs. She went and found someone that wasn't busy with cleanup, and pulled him to the side.
"I need a place to keep this swan so it won't fly away."
He tilted his head at her, quizzicle written on his face.
"Keeping it for later? I hear swan tastes pretty good."
"I swear to the goddess if I hear that someone has killed this bird and cooked it, I will tell my uncle and let him has his way with you."
The man swallowed hard, and gave a small hysterical laugh.
"Well...I'll, uh, tell the rest of the staff and, um, get a small sanctuary built in the courtyard for it...and clip its wings so it won't try to fly and hurt itself..."
Emi's gave was hard, and bit cold.
"You do that. IN the mean time, find me a small cage to keep her in."
"Yes, highness."
He bowed quickly and took off.
Fifteen minutes later Emi was present with a large wooden crate to hold the swan until they had the larger cage built out in the courtyard. Everyone was antsy, but they had their reason to be, and she was content to know at least Zenra would be safe. No one knew of her condition except for all that had been present in the room. She hauled the crate and the swan into the study, and locked the door behind her, leaving instructions with the bookkeeper to feed and water the bird until she returned.
She ran a hand through her hair and went back upstairs, stopping in front of her uncle before she went back into the room, Emillia tugging on Seraph's pant leg still, wanting attention.
"I'm going to take a bath now."
Then she went into the room and locked the door. If Seraph could take a shower and be fine, she was going to be fine too.
Making her way into the bathroom, she took off the gown she was wearing and tossed it aside. She drew a bath, and while she waited for the tub to fill, she looked over at a mirror, running a finger over her scar, that drow royal symbol of which she was unaware it was even drow make. It reminded her to go see Tyrsis when she was finished.
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Two hours later, she knocked on Tyrsis' door. She was dressed simply and commonly, her hair bound up on her head in a single bun though stray tendrils of hair lingered on her face.
"Tyrsis?"
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