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Desta Rayne
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Date Posted: 11/30/04 10:54am
::The door to the backroom opened, and dressed in Logan's familiar black silk shirt, and a pair of worn, but comfortable sheepskin lined mule slippers, she quietly made her way over to the front door::
::Opening it, she would look over to the man Logan had hired tow atch over the tavern during the day, and give a warm smile. Then looking out over the grounds, her smile widened, as a fine dusting of powerded diamonds covered everything. Sparkling and twinkling in the early hours of dusk, she knew winter was upon them. Before her belly grew much grew much bigger, she had much work to do::
::Racing towards the backroom, like a child on christmas morning, she hurridly, but quietly changed into the warmest, most figure forgiving pair of white pants she could find, and a large pink, overhead, hooded sweatshirt. The grey, furlined snow boots would keep her feet warm, and the badger skin wrap would keep out the cold breeze the blustered trhough the small hidden valley::
Lightning seemed to set her stride, as she made her way towards the palace, a mischievious smile on her lips. A glint in those lavender eyes::
An hour would pass before she found herself standing in the foyer of her beloved home. Warm and homey, it smelled of pumpkin spice. The staff always made the most of the holidays. Geoffery, her trusted and most loved butler, welcomed her with open arms, and a fatherly smile::
"Lady Desta, you have been gone far too long, young Lady." ::he scolded, though unable to hide his amusement::
"Oh Geoffery, please forgive me" ::A gently rub her of belly:: The trip becomes harder and harder these days."
::The old man smiled, melting instantly as he watched her hand glide over her expanded belly.::
"But Geoffery, I have much bigger plans at this moment."
::The old man arched his brow::
::She nodded, the grin returning:: "Yes, I need the stable men to ready the wagon. Two geldings should suffice, I think. Also, I want all the boxes marked 'winter' brought up from the cellar."
"All?"
"All...I trust you to replenish whatever you need for here. All I ask..." ::she would pause for a moment:: "...is make it grand."
::A soft chuckle played on the old mans lips. always the eternal child, he thought. Through everything, somehow, her heart had managed to not harden. it still amazed him:: "Yes M'lady" ::was his only verbal response, before turning from her to begin barking orders in his authoritarian tone that betrayed the fatherly love he always showed Desta::
The Palace was suddenly alive as the staff raced from all corners to fullfill the every whim of their beloved mistress. And while they loaded the wagon with her requests, she headed upstairs foer chamber, to pack a few winter items she would be needing in the coming months. Among them, her Winter wrap, of black bear skin, and several winter gowns. Without the layers of common silk beneath them, they should fit over her belly just fine. She also found several pairs of wool stockings. Pleased with her choices, she carried her bag downstairs, just in time to see the last of the winter boxes pushed onto the back of the wagon, now harnessed to two cream and grey appaloosa geldings. Calming, they awaited the command to go::
::At last, eveything was in place. Desta say uptop, next to the driver, the boxes, all 26 of them, were stacked neatly in the back, and secured in place with ropes. One last squeeze of Geoffery's hand, and a promise to 'bring that hushand of hers for a visit soon', and the driver snapped the reins, and clicked his tongue twice, and the geldings lurched foward into a slow canter, pulling the wagon, and it's load, back to the tavern::
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