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Subject: A Bonding Author: Nessa [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10:20:52 06/30/01 Sat On Friday as the sun was just setting and the sky was a vibrant shade of red-orange, a coach pulled up to the Chateau. Becca was ready, standing, a case next to her, and she was dressed in a new outfit. A long dark purple flowing skirt with a lace ruffle at the hem, a crisp white blouse that buttoned up high around her throat, a thin purple bow at the top of her collar, and a matching short waisted jacket. A pair of purple leather gloves that Gaston had given to her as a going away gift. The old devil he really did like Becca. The coach drawn by four black stallions, came to a stop before Becca. Her eyes were wide as she saw there was no driver seated atop it. And they grew even wider as she reached for the coach's door, and it opened up to her of its own accord. She stepped in, the interior was plush, and rich. Deep red soft velvet covered the seats, and the carpet beneath her feet was embroidered with silken threads, making out some designs that Becca thought were familiar to her, though she could not quite place them. As soon as she was seated, the coach took off and she rode in comfort for over 2 days. She would doze off and on, and after several hours the coach stopped in a small village, where Becca took the opportunity to freshen up, as she returned to the coach, she saw a meal and wine were left in a basket upon the opposite seat. Again she climbed in and the coach took off. Several times over the course of the next two days it stopped in small villages and each time she returned there was refreshments awaiting her. And every time she stopped it seemed no one in the villages ever took notice of her, or the mysterious driverless coach. After the last stop and some more wine had been drunk, she slept soundly. mayhaps a bit too soundly, for when she awoke, Becca found herself inside the castle of Mythios, upon a large four postered feather bed. Her clnk [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]