Date Posted:11:53:29 10/29/01 Mon Author: Anne Subject: --
µ Pushing open the oaken door of the Inn, the young femina steps briskly into the large foyer of the building. Bright, calculating gaze sweeps the room, but she see's no one. Giving a light shrug to herself she starts towards the stairs, but she stops mid-step, having spotted something from the corner of her eye. Looking towards the hearth, she takes note of a familur cloak, quickly placing it as Nicks. He had forgotten it. Shaking her head gently she chuckles under her breath, reaching out with a petite hand and taking hold the heavy material. Placing the garment over her arm, she determines to return it to him later. µ
µ Tripping up the stairs she swings open the door of her suite and rushes in, locking the door behind her and tossing the cloak over the back of a chair. With a glance to the window she assures herself that the drapes were closed. Then stripping off her gown she bathes quickly and pulls on a comfortable nightdress, seating herself cross-legged on the end of the bed as she runs a paddle brush through her pale tresses. Then placing the brush back on the nightstand she crawls under the covers, the sleepless night finally catching up with her as she drifts into a much needed sleep. µ
