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Date Posted: 23:36:52 04/19/02 Fri
Having left Legolas, Faeirex wandered through the sculptured palace gardens. The last vestiges of fear had finally been chased from her mind, but the hours spent with the elf had only served to increase her melancholy. Necessary as it was, she hated the lies, hated having to conceal herself. She liked Legolas, it wasn't fair to him or to herself to continue to weave this web of deceit. But she had no choice. She'd got herself into this, and she had to see it through.
Passing several men, she was uncomfortably aware of their appreciative looks. Glancing down at herself, she blushed. The flimsy nightgown appeared, if anything, to be concealing even less than it had when she had first put it on. Cursing stupid women with their stupid nightgowns that were stupidly designed to reveal far more than they hid, she tried to retrace her steps back to the rooms she had been given the night before, and find a change of clothes.
It was actually fairly easy for her to find her way back to her rooms. Elves had a naturally good sense of direction. Once there, she dressed quickly in her own, familiar clothes. About to leave in search of food, her gaze fell on the delicately carved bow resting in the corner. Yes, a few hours training could be just what she needed. A chance to get away from everything, just her and her bow, moving in perfect synchronicity. Swiftly, she swept up the weapon, then slung her quiver of arrows over her shoulder. There must be a training ground around here somewhere...
Smiling in anticipation of the release from her frustration, she set out into the city.
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