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Date Posted: 12/22/07 11:10pm
Author: Annyka
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Kaden 's message, "
Our song is a slammin' screen door
sneakin' out late, tappin' on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cuz it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
the first date man I didn't kiss and I should have
And when I got home, before I said amen...
Asking God if he could play it again
" on 12/22/07 10:49pm

(Eyes like brown river stones gazed back at the young man with such surprising warmth that one might think she was looking upon her own son.) Och, aye, and a warm hello to ye too, Prince Kaden. (She said with a bit of sterness that showed her age, but her smile showed that she was only teasing the lad before her. A work roughened, but somehow still elegant, hand fastened on his shoulder and brought him into the room.) The wee princess is upstairs.. she scented ye comin' about a minute ago and muttered something about bein' last on yer list of duties. (She laughed lightly, shaking her head as she went over to the sideboard and fetched an earthenware decanter, which she filled with a sweet fruit drink that was Anya's favorite. She handed the decanter and two cups to Kaden, then nodded to the stairs, a speculative glint in her wisened eyes.) Go on up and straigten her out, aye? (She patted his arm, her head lifting as her husband called out to her from the yard.) Oh, but I swear that man wouldna ken a bean from a potato if it wasna green. (She muttered goodnaturedly, before bustling out of the kitchen and out the back door to help her husband with the crops.) (Of couse she had scented him more than a minute earlier, the wind was guiding the sweet and spicy male scent of him straight to her door. And of course she had gone upstairs at the notion that he was coming over.. why should she go wait in the front yard for him when he hadn't bothered to visit her in more than two weeks? Of course, there was also the annoyance with herself for being so excited at seeing her best friend, and for wanting to run out and meet him and wrassle with him in dragon form. But no, she was a young lady now, she would have her adult form soon, a crown of feathers all her own.. and she wasn't going to disgrace herself by running out to meet a young drakon male who had not bothered to meet with her in two weeks! She was sitting in her window seat, legs drawn up beneath a book she was reading, or rather pretending to read. Her long dark brunette hair was caught up in a braid, twisted and knotted at the nape of her neck, but still unruly strands had escaped to frame an elegant face. She had wide, expressive emerald green eyes, and the same petite curvy frame as the mother she had never known. There was no doubt that pretty much every male in the territory was eyeing her as a potential mate.. but she was holding out for the strongest male.. only one would be strong enough to tempt her to enter into a mating bond. She tried to pretend that she had not just peeked out the window and watched Kaden as he leapt the fence and crossed the yard.. nor did she hear his heavy footfalls downstairs and feel slightly bad for not meeting him outside. Serves you right, Kaden MacDouglass! she thought with a deep huff.)

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