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* Nacheyla is embroidering a quilt, looking up every so often to snag a very strange looking piece of fruit, somewhat the size of a grape, but a dark blue in color. She snacks on a bowlful of these as she works. * Kevil climbs the stairs to Ellesmere's landing, then pauses to listen for a moment before knocking. * Nacheyla mutters something about "pesky salesman" and gets up, struggling with fruit bowl and sewing gear for a while. * Nacheyla opens the door, the scissors not quite casually dangling from one hand. "Oh! Kevil! Come in." <Kevil> ::smiles, bowing floridly:: Thank you. ::he slips past Nacheyla into the living room, eyeing the scissors:: It would be more efficient to stab your victims on the landing, I should think. Easier to clean up, at least. ::he grins:: <Nacheyla> ::laughs:: Well... brickmason salesmen should be stabbed honorably... inside the foyer. <Kevil> Have you a plague, Lady? ::widens his eyes in apparent awe:: I thought goddesses *sent* plagues, rather than endure them... <Nacheyla> ::snorts, brandishing her scissors at him:: No, just the same one. He's been by about five times this week trying to sell us a brick... something-or-other to go around the gardens. I think he knows that there are several people living here and if he can't sell to me, Michelle might be interested in a brick... something-or-other. <Kevil> ::grins again:: Tell him you are thinking of bordering your garden in dragon's scales. That should get rid of him... and if he does in fact have a selection of dragon's scales, he might actually be worth talking to. <Nacheyla> ::nodding:: Perhaps. I suppose I could go hunting my own dragons, if I was so inclined. ::touches her stomach lightly:: Well, not for another few months, at any rate. But still ::her eyes gleam redly:: Xarroch might enjoy it. <Kevil> Ha. I beg to be counted *out* of that adventure. Dragons are rather more than I feel comfortable facing on the other end of a blade... <Nacheyla> ::leads the way back into the living room:: I feel so domestic. ::she gestures to the quilt:: Care for a ::growls something that sounds like a bear with a head cold::? <Kevil> ::blinks, then looks down at the bowl of blue fruit:: An unusual name... where is it from? And how is it pronounced, again? ::he gingerly picks up a fruit and examines it carefully:: <Nacheyla> ::taking one, she pops it in her mouth:: Xarroch gets them for me. They're from his home plane. The seeds of some carnivorous plant or other. ::she smiles, revealing her fangs:: I seem to have the strangest food requirements these days. <Kevil> ::looks up from examining the fruit:: Is it... safe for mortal consumption? <Nacheyla> ::considers:: Probably... if it turns out it's really bad for you, I absolutely promise to fix it. <Kevil> Hmm. ::he sniffs at the fruit, then takes a tentative bite:: <Kevil> ::frowns as he chews and swallows:: That is... unusual. <Kevil> ::sets the rest of the piece of fruit carefully on the table:: Not, I think, to my taste. But thank you. <Nacheyla> ::nodding:: I rather like it, actually. Dangerous to get though. The plant lives off of the flesh of Xarroch's kind. On the other hand, he's not too worried about it, so... * Meghan steps through the door, Abagail on her back. She shrugs off the backpack and cradles Abby in her arms as she walks into the living room. "Well hello there," brightly and smiling. <Nacheyla> Meg! ::smiles:: Look who's here. <Kevil> ::grins and nods:: Well, I- ::breaks off as Meghan enters, and smiles:: Meghan! You have returned! * Meghan nods to Nach and turns to Kevil. Her expression softens and she simply smiles at him for a moment. Abby squirms in her arms "Ma" <Kevil> ::grins at Abby somewhat foolishly:: She has grown immensely... ::he looks over at Nacheyla with a sheepish smile:: You would think, as many nieces and nephews as I have had a hand in raising, the phenomenon would cease to be so amazing. <Nacheyla> ::pats her stomach fondly:: It is amazing... I probably have given birth to as many children as you have nieces and nephews, and I still find it amazing. If unbelievably uncomfortable at times. <Kevil> ::chuckles:: So my sisters give me to understand, yes. * Meghan chuckles and shifts Abby "She certainly feels like she has grown immensely." She holds abby out to Kevil as she approaches him. * Meghan nods in agreement with Nach. * Kevil takes Abby gladly, bouncing her in his arms. * Meghan sits next to Kevil and glances over to Nach "I just saw Loria." she looks back to Kevil. "Is everything ok?" <Nacheyla> ::raises an eyebrow:: * Kevil balances Abby on one knee, hugging Meghan with his free arm. "All is well... More than well." He looks over at Nacheyla again. "Actually, I had come to speak of Loria with you..." <Nacheyla> ::Nacheyla's eyebrow all but disappears into her bangs:: And what awful thing have you done now? * Meghan smiles and nods, looking satisfied. <Kevil> ::adopts a hangdog face:: Lady, I fear I have done the insupportable... I have fallen in love. <Nacheyla> ::snorts:: All right. Tell me something I don't know... * Meghan glances at Kevil as she leans back against the back of the sofa. Her gaze drifts to Abby, who looks entirely to happy and is grasping Kevil's shirt. <Kevil> ::chuckles and bounces Abby again:: Loria tells me that if we wish to wed, I must by tradition ask permission. <Nacheyla> ::her other eyebrow disappears:: Wed? You? * Meghan stands and glances at Nach before back to Kevil "I am going to get something to drink. Would either of you like anything?" <Kevil> ::shakes his head to Meghan's question, then raises his eyebrows at Nacheyla:: I am not asking permission for someone *else*, certainly. * Meghan nods and walks into the kitchen. She gets a glass of water and leans back against the counter. <Kevil> ::more seriously:: Is it so difficult to believe? <Nacheyla> ::leaning back into the sofa:: I'm fine, Meg, thanks. ::back to Kevil:: You just didn't strike me as the settling type. <Kevil> Well... It depends, I suppose, on one's definition of "settling". <Meghan> ::Abby plays contently with Kevil's shirt and babbles baby :: <Nacheyla> So, you're asking my permission? ::nodding to herself:: Probably better than asking Rostell anyway... fussy old goat. Much as I love him, he's a bit... stubborn. <Kevil> ::grins:: I admit it - to ask him, the words would have to force themselves past a certain amount of gall... <Nacheyla> ::colors faintly:: Well... my own fault really. I should have been paying more attention... ::dismisses that:: So... what exactly are you two planning? <Kevil> ::eyes Nacheyla:: I assume you are asking for the... terms of the marriage itself, and not the arrangements for the ceremony? ::he grins:: Ceremonial questions are best directed to Loria, in any case. * Temire walks in the front door, pausing as she sees Kevil and Nacheyla in the living room, "Oh. Hello Kevil." <Nacheyla> ::nodding:: Well ::hooks a finger at him:: I warn you, if I'm officiating... make sure you know what you're doing... ::she grins:: * Meghan places the glass down in the sink once she is done and turns to go back out into the living room. <Meghan> Hey Temire ::she smiles brightly at the girl:: <Kevil> ::winces as Abby manages to grab a handful of his hair and yanks.:: Ah... Abbish, dear... ::he pries her fingers loose in time to see Temire come in, and smiles at her:: Good afternoon. * Temire looks embarrassed, "Should I excuse myself? It sounds like the two of you want some privacy." <Temire> Hello Meghan. <Kevil> ::to Nach:: I believe it is what she had in mind, yes, but as I say: You must ask her for these details. ::he grins:: <Nacheyla> ::laughs:: I don't mind... I'm only making veiled threats to skin him alive... * Meghan walks over to Kevil "I should take her and feed her." She reaches for Abby. <Kevil> ::hands Abby over to Meghan with a smile:: * Meghan smiles down at him as she cradles Abby "It's good to see you again." She smiles to Nach and Temire and goes upstairs to Abby's room. * Temire smiles and takes a seat, listening in on the conversation. <Kevil> ::grins at Nacheyla:: As for your earlier question, Lady... The arrangement currently enjoying favor is to divide our time between Marsember and Alanis, once you have agreed she is sufficiently trained to your service to be allowed prolonged travel. <Nacheyla> ::nodding slightly:: I might have to make an additional requirement, if you'll be there for long periods of time... ::smiles slightly:: Working through a temple, no matter how small, is easier. <Kevil> ::frowns slightly, then shrugs:: I leave that up to you and her... Alanis owes its allegiance to the Lady, but perhaps in the trader's quarter, or as an Aspect... ::he shrugs again:: <Nacheyla> ::blinks:: What's an Aspect? <Kevil> The Lady is the goddess of love, d'va? And yet love comes in many guises... There is the love between friends, or the love between spouses... ::he grins:: Love for one's children. * Temire blinks, "How can you only have one god?" <Kevil> ::shakes his head:: We do not. But Alanis is Her city, dedicated ages ago, in time more legend than history, to Her. * Temire gets a look of comprehension on her face, "Oh. I thought Alanis was a world or a least a large nation." <Kevil> ::shakes his head:: Oh, no - I am sorry to have been unclear. Alanis is the city. A large city, it is true, and independent of any nation, but a city only, nevertheless. <Nacheyla> ::winks at Temire:: Don't worry, Kevil, I'm not about to wage a jihad that far away... I just need a place to focus through, so I don't have to exhaust myself, reaching out to help her. <Kevil> ::looks back to Nach:: I understand - but not being a Ladyspriest... ::he smiles:: When next we visit, I will be certain to introduce Loria to the Lady's temple, so that she may begin to learn the possibilities, yes? <Nacheyla> ::nodding:: <Nacheyla> All right. * Temire thinks, "Could they have some kind of home altar. Yohko-sensei and Michelle have told me about cultures that have things like that. Then it would just be something taking up a corner of their home or maybe some space on the wall rather than have to get permission from the city and the Lady to built a temple." <Kevil> ::looks to Nacheyla to answer Temire's question:: <Nacheyla> ::shrugging:: I don't see why not. Like I said, for the most part, I'm not out for converts yet... <Kevil> ::nods:: Then it is even easier, though as a courtesy, the Ladyspriests should still be told of another priest within their boundary of influence. <Nacheyla> So much for your living arrangements... as far as location. ::gives him another raised eyebrow:: What about the rest of it? <Kevil> The rest of... Ah, I see. ::he shrugs:: As my circle-mother saw fit to remind me recently, it seems prudent to live according to the laws and customs of the home we are in. * Temire looks confused, "How do you manage that?" <Nacheyla> ::grinning at him:: So, you'll behave here, and she'll behave there? <Kevil> ::looks over at Temire:: Manage what? <Kevil> ::grins at Nacheyla:: That is the... kernel of the idea, yes. <Temire> Being married to just the two of you here, but being part of a circle there? <Nacheyla> ::laughing:: By having very tolerant circle mates that don't mind being left alone from time to time. I was married once to a man who didn't stay with me while I adventured. He actually lived in Khymrych and was a horse herder. ::grins:: <Kevil> A circle may be made of only two... If we were to decide to expand our circle... ::he shrugs:: It is a bridge to cross when we come to it. <Kevil> ::nods to Nach:: That is one solution, yes. * Temire tilts her head, clearly considering the possibility. <Nacheyla> ::nodding:: Actually, I spent more time at home when I was married to Quinian than any other time. One of two husbands to actually die of old age. ::she sighs, looking a bit moody:: <Kevil> ::looks mildly surprised:: Only two? <Nacheyla> ::sadly:: Actively chasing after vampires is a dangerous profession... ::she looks at him, her eyes haunted:: I saw many companions die. * Temire shudders. <Kevil> ::nods in understanding:: <Nacheyla> Well, and Ivellios... who may actually still be alive, may all his hair fall out. ::she snorts, looking disgusted:: * Temire looks curiously at Nach but keeps her mouth shut. <Kevil> ::raises an eyebrow:: An... elf, from the name? <Nacheyla> ::nodding:: <Kevil> ::grins suddenly:: Has that curse any force? <Nacheyla> ::somewhat defensively:: I don't know, actually. ::grins:: Maybe. <Kevil> ::chuckles:: I have not seen a bald elf... It might be amusing. * Temire blinks, trying to picture a bald elf. <Nacheyla> Well ::darkly:: If you do see him, punch him in the mouth for me, would you? <Kevil> ::nods:: I shall be vigilant. ::he smiles:: Do I have your permission, Lady? <Nacheyla> ::looks at him thoughtfully:: Would you listen to me if I said no? <Kevil> ::considers it:: I do not know... I am tempted to say not - but you *are* Loria's goddess; she might well yield to your word. And I would not, however it pained me, be the instrument by which she would break faith. <Nacheyla> ::narrows her eyes as she studies Kevil thoughtfully:: <Kevil> ::watches Nacheyla, waiting patiently:: <Nacheyla> ::nodding finally:: All right. I won't have you break your heart on that wall, at any rate. And I'll do my best to stay out of it. ::shaking a finger at Kevil:: But I do expect you to take care of her. * Temire smiles, "So when are you going to ask her Kevil?" <Kevil> ::looks relieved, and smiles:: With my very life, Lady... <Kevil> ::to Temire:: She asked me, in fact, two days gone. * Lisl breaks from the cover of brush near the edge of the property, slowing a little to straighten her vest and brush a twig from her hair as she approaches the cottage next to the big house. She pauses, nose twitching, as she picks up a familiar scent, and veers instead towards the house, taking the porch steps two at a time with long strides. * Temire smiles, "Congratulations then." <Kevil> ::grins:: Thank you. <Nacheyla> ::stands up again, leaning over, she kisses Kevil on the forehead:: You're honestly not who I'd have chosen for her... but she loves you. So I give you my blessing. * Lisl pushes open the front door, calling, "I'm home! Hello, Kevil!" <Temire> Hey Lisl! <Nacheyla> ::sitting back down, she pulls her embroidery back into her lap:: You'll need it. * Kevil looks at Nacheyla solemnly. "Thank you." <Kevil> ::turns toward the door:: Lisl! ::he grins:: Have you not had enough of my company? <Lisl> Temire! ::strolls into the living room, glancing around at the assemblage:: Good to see you. ::grins at Kevil:: I should say the same of you... after all, you're the one visiting. I live here, remember? <Kevil> ::grins back:: I was visiting Lady Nacheyla. I had not expected to find you indoors. <Lisl> Ah. ::eyes twinkling:: Seeking her blessing, were you? <Kevil> ::nods:: And received it, no less. <Nacheyla> ::rolls her eyes:: This... ::waves her hand at Kevil:: gadabout is making off with my favorite priestess. <Kevil> ::grins:: <Kevil> It may be more accurate, Lady, to say *she* is making off with *me*. <Lisl> Indeed? ::raises her eyebrows at Nacheyla:: Yes, I knew. And you didn't make him climb a glass mountain? Fetch a lost treasure? fight a dragon? ::shakes her head:: You're slipping. <Nacheyla> ::eyes Kevil thoughtfully:: Would you go climb a glass mountain? <Kevil> ::raises an eyebrow:: How am I supposed to take care of Loria if I am clinging desperately to shards of glass? <Lisl> ::shakes her head mock-mournfully:: Watch out, Nach. This one's sneaky. <Nacheyla> ::nods:: I'd noticed. ::smiles:: Well... well... a wedding... that'll be interesting. <Kevil> ::looks dubious:: Will it? <Lisl> And you-- ::turns to Kevil, shaking her finger:: You're having a bad influence on her, already. You should have heard her lead me on, before she told me... ah, my poor heart. ::puts a hand to her breast:: <Kevil> ::laughs:: She told me. ::he beams:: I am so proud... * Lisl snorts. <Nacheyla> ::nods:: Weddings are always exciting... <Nacheyla> There's that whole bit about "Does anyone know why these two should not be wed" that leads to all sorts of interesting possibilities... ::she winks at Kevil:: <Kevil> ::sniffs:: Who, Lady, is going to object over *your* blessing? <Nacheyla> ::laughs a bit ruefully:: They're still my Children. You have enough nieces and nephews to know how well Children listen to their parents sometimes... <Kevil> ::grins:: Indeed. However, I believe it would only be *your* word that would convince Loria. There is a reason it is *you* with whom I am speaking. <Lisl> ::grins widely:: I can think of any number of people... <Lisl> Oh? Is Loria in favor of eloping? <Kevil> ::grins at Lisl:: Let us say only that for me to have asked her parents' permission would have been a farcical and empty bow to tradition, void of weight. * Lisl snorts again. "Ha." <Nacheyla> ::touches her temples lightly:: I can already hear the protestations... <Kevil> ::eyes Nacheyla suspiciously:: <Nacheyla> What? You think Rostell doesn't pray? <Kevil> I thought you had meant... ::shakes his head:: Never mind. ::he grins:: I forget the unique circumstances of your situation. <Nacheyla> ::nodding:: I know... difficult for you to take me all that seriously, right, Uncle Kevil? <Kevil> ::grins wider:: Precisely my predicament, my Lady Imp. <Nacheyla> ::smiles happily:: That's all right. I like it better this way. <Lisl> ::smiles wryly:: The better to torture us with. <Nacheyla> ::looks offended:: Me? <Kevil> ::grins:: Though I believe Loria would prefer I named you something more dignified... and she might well have hysterics if she heard you call me "Uncle". ::chuckles:: It might be easier if she had been gifted with the vision of you covered in chocolate sauce. <Nacheyla> ::grinning:: She'll get adjusted... * Temire blinks, "Chocolate sauce?" <Kevil> ::nods solemnly:: And frogs. * Lisl snickers. "You. Don't try to deny it; I helped you move, after all." She grins at Kevil. "How about when she came in with that face full of mud, and the frog in her pocket?" She shakes her head. "I bet some people wonder how gods get their holy animals..." <Nacheyla> ::laughing:: I can't help it, I like being a child. * Temire smiles, "I like having Na-chan around." <Lisl> It's nice when you're not stuck that way for a decade or so. <Kevil> ::shakes his head:: *I* like being an adult. <Nacheyla> ::laughs:: So, grow up already... <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at Kevil and grins:: Just what I was thinking, Nach... what is it they say? 'The only difference between men and boys...' <Kevil> ::sticks his tongue out at Nacheyla and Lisl:: <Lisl> ::laughs:: The prosecution rests. * Temire blinks, "What's the difference between men and boys?" <Nacheyla> ::sniggering:: The price of their toys... <Kevil> ::laughs:: * Temire blinks, "I don't get it." <Lisl> ::glances musingly at Temire:: You know, it's funny... when you're young, you can't wait to grow up. And when you're grown up, you keep wishing you'd had more time to be a kid... * Nacheyla laughs, beating her fist against the arm of the sofa. <Nacheyla> ::still snickering:: Essentially there is no difference, except in how much money they have to spend... <Temire> Oh. ::still doesn't quite seem to grasp the concept:: <Kevil> ::sighs as if in long suffering:: <Nacheyla> ::raises an eyebrow:: You denying it? <Kevil> ::smiles mildly:: Of course not. Though you will not convince me women are so different. <Nacheyla> Not at all... ::grins:: <Kevil> Speaking of which... I know half a dozen excellent tailors, but can any of you recommend a jeweller? ::grins:: Loria needs a new "toy", I believe. <Lisl> ::smiles at Temire:: I know you're sick of hearing it, Temire, but it *will* make more sense when you get older. * Temire grins at Lisl, "It doesn't bother me as much anymore Lisl." Fingers her white lock of hair. "I learned a few things on my trip." <Lisl> Mm... ::shakes her head:: No one entirely legal, I'm afraid. I try not to move in those circles unless my mother makes me. <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at Temire, but nods:: Good to hear it. <Nacheyla> ::grins at Temire:: * Temire smiles at Nacheyla. <Nacheyla> ::shrugging:: Someone told me there was a new jeweler in town... very pricy, I understand, but talented. <Kevil> Hmm. I will look into it, then. <Nacheyla> ::pushes her quilt back into her project basket:: I am never going to finish that thing. Ah well... ::turning back to Kevil, she smiles:: So, who's going to stand up with you? <Kevil> Ah! ::he holds up a finger:: A detail! Loria must be consulted! ::he grins:: <Nacheyla> ::laughs:: Well, I think you get to pick your own attendants. <Lisl> ::laughs:: You mean... you agreed to consult with her on all the details, or are you following ancient Cormyrean tradition and leaving all the details to her? <Kevil> ::chuckles:: I mean, I have not the slightest idea, and am hoping she will rescue me. <Nacheyla> ::snorts:: Well... who are your friends, Kevil? I mean, you do have some friends that are men, don't you? * Lisl coughs into her hand, an amused grin on her face. <Kevil> ::laughs and raises an eyebrow at Lisl:: You might look dashing in a coat and hose... <Lisl> ::grins wider:: Last I checked, *I* am not a man. <Kevil> No, but I expect if you are not in coat and hose for me, you may well find yourself in a gown for Loria. ::he grins:: * Lisl whirls and points a finger at Nacheyla. "And no offering to fix that, either!" <Lisl> ::makes a face:: True. Hm... I don't suppose you know what colors she's talked about? * Temire grins, "I think Loria would look good in pink." <Kevil> ::shakes his head:: She has not, yet, aside from her ring. <Kevil> ::hedging:: ...that I know of. <Lisl> ::carefully not looking at Temire:: On the other hand, it could be fun to do one in coat and hose for a change... <Kevil> ::chuckles:: <Nacheyla> ::grins, then:: "Traditionally" the bride will ask her groom's sisters, if he has any... likewise, a brother is often included in the groom's line-up. <Lisl> Even if the brother has threatened the groom's well-being in the past? ::grins:: <Kevil> ::laughs:: <Nacheyla> ::giggles into her hand:: Well, Loria does have more than one brother... <Lisl> Entirely true. Although crossbow weddings certainly are entertaining... <Temire> So when is the wedding going to be? Hey, maybe you two could get married the same time Tarri and San do? <Kevil> ::nods:: I had thought of Vallel, already. Jelarthna, perhaps... ::somewhat soberly:: ...depending on how things are working out with Lady Tyl. <Kevil> ::raises an eyebrow at Temire:: I do not think so. * Temire looks sad. <Nacheyla> ::raises an eyebrow:: I seem to be up to my eyebrows in weddings... <Lisl> ::grins:: It's your punishment for having so many children. * Temire grins, "Well you and Xarroch could always get married and then you'd be in over your head." <Nacheyla> ::shakes her head:: No, I don't think so... he's my Consort. Besides, I shudder to think who would officiate... <Lisl> ::chuckles:: Well, Zoya could see if Erdian was free... <Nacheyla> ::giving Lisl a dubious look:: You don't like me very much, do you? <Kevil> ::laughs:: <Lisl> ::grins:: Quite the contrary. I think you'd look wonderful in fish. * Temire blinks in confusion. * Nacheyla snorts. <Nacheyla> ::pops another one of her bluish fruits into her mouth:: I can just see it... vividly... ::she shudders:: <Kevil> ::a little defensively:: I thought Glossaria and Vallel's wedding was quite nice. <Nacheyla> ::nodding:: It was... but with Lord Erdian himself presiding? It'd be a wonder if I didn't end up as a brass tea kettle. <Lisl> Well... that could be fun, too. ::grin:: Where's your sense of adventure, Nach? <Nacheyla> Right about where it usually is... not being kitchenware... <Kevil> ::laughs:: <Kevil> ::glances out the window:: I should be going... There is, Loria tells me, a great deal to do. Starting with cleaning her house. ::he makes a wry face:: <Lisl> Heh. She was doing that when *I* visited. <Nacheyla> ::laughs:: Have fun... ::stands up and offers Kevil her hand:: Welcome to the family. <Kevil> ::smiles and takes Nacheyla's hand, then bends to kiss her cheek:: Thank you. <Temire> See you later Kevil. <Kevil> ::bows to Temire, smiling:: <Lisl> Bye, Kevil! <Nacheyla> Do take care of her... <Kevil> ::nods to Lisl, then looks back at Nacheyla, grinning:: Fret. Of course I will. * Kevil waves farewell again, then lets himself out the door. <Nacheyla> ::puts her hand to the small of her back:: I think I'll go see if Meghan will let me use the big tub... my back is killing me. <Lisl> ::grins:: I guess I can say it now without giving anything away. <Nacheyla> ::raises an eyebrow:: Say what? <Lisl> ::answers in a playful sing-song:: Nyah-nyah, I knew before youu-uuu! ::grins, and chuckles:: * Temire looks around, "I suppose I should go do my homework." <Nacheyla> ::winking at Temire:: Yeah... you should have a little time before your gentleman caller comes to visit. * Lisl raises an eyebrow, but says nothing, only shaking her head. "I think that's my cue to go, as well." * Temire blushes furiously, "Actually, I was going to meet him after class and have dinner with him." <Nacheyla> ::smiling:: Have fun, Temire... <Nacheyla> ::waddles towards the stairs:: * Lisl chuckles and heads for the door. |
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