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* Jewel leans over Angel's shoulder as he reads through reports, touching his arm lightly. "Love? When you finish with those, might we make time to visit Loria today?" * Angel puts down his report and rubs under his eyes with his knuckles. "I don't think I shall ever exactly *finish*, my lady. I think the damn things breed on my desk when I'm not looking. But here's as good a stop as any. Better than some, worse than others. Unless I want to burn the whole mess to the floor and start over." <Jewel> ::smiles faintly and kisses his brow:: I know I shouldn't become too attached to places, but I've become quite fond of this flat. No burning unless you do it in the fireplace. ::smiles:: It sounds like the walk will do you good, anyway... shall we, then? ::hands him his jacket from behind her back:: <Angel> ::stares at the stack:: Which is actually a fairly appealing idea, all things considered... ::shakes his head:: I need to start delegating more. Honestly, I'd love to see what Sylvie makes of this chicken scratch. ::takes his jacket and slips into it:: A walk, now. Arson later. <Jewel> ::fetching her own jacket:: Given how much I'm paying you to look into this on my behalf, I wouldn't mind learning a bit of the information-gathering end of the trade, myself. ::checking the door, unlocking it, and waiting for him before she steps out:: Some of my talents seem to be useful in that direction, anyway. Is it... how *does* one go about becoming a spymaster? <Angel> It is a long, complicated process involving careful listening and thinking and quite a lot of drinking. If you're not bored to death or dead in a month or so, you're in. <Jewel> ::smiles a little:: Well, as I have no intention of dying, that leaves bored or drunk, and I survived Professor Iyeen's Metapsionic Theory. I see I'll have to practice doing shots with you. ::hooks her arm into his:: Or pay the waitress to bring me juice when they're drinking whiskey. * Jewel walks a couple more blocks quietly, occasionally glancing at Angel out of the corner of her eye. At length, nibbling on her lower lip, she speaks again. "Angel, can you... sing?" * Angel blinks at her. "I think any idiot can sing, my lady. The question is, do people run screaming or not." <Jewel> ::the corner of her mouth quirks up:: Well then, do people run screaming? <Jewel> ::smiling a little wider:: From your singing, I mean. Not your general fearsomeness. <Angel> I don't have much occasion for singing, my lady, but I've been known to do so without being bombarded with rotten fruit. Why? * Jewel snugs her arm a little closer in to his, walking another half-block before answering. "I... had another dream last night. But I'm not sure if it was one of *those* dreams, or, well... just a dream." <Angel> ::raises an eyebrow:: You still have not... learned to tell them apart? <Jewel> ::frowning thoughtfully:: I think I'm getting better at it. There's a certain... confused clarity to the special ones. But they've all been rather like nightmares so far, and this one... wasn't. So I'm not entirely certain. ::glances up at him:: It's part of why I was so anxious to see Loria today, though. <Angel> ::his other eyebrow goes up:: Perhaps you should tell me. <Jewel> ::blushes faintly:: Well... there wasn't a great deal to it. I dreamed of you, actually. In the flat. Well... mostly. ::frowns slightly:: I'm not certain, but I think some of the furniture was rearranged again. <Angel> ::eyes her sidelong:: All right? <Jewel> ::shrugs a little:: And... it was dark-- the fire was banked, and there was only the one street lamp, from the windows. The curtains were drawn on the bed; perhaps I was asleep. But... you were walking up and down in the common room, and carrying a little bundle in your arms, and... singing to it. ::smiles wryly:: Drinking songs, actually. <Angel> ::dryly:: I know several... <Jewel> ::curiously:: Do you know any lullabies? <Angel> ::tilts his head to one side:: I don't think so. <Jewel> ::nods thoughtfully:: The drinking songs sort of confused me, until I thought... you probably didn't. ::bites her lip:: I... I think... I think our daughter had woken up, and you sang her back to sleep. ::her grip on his arm is tight:: <Angel> ::freezes for the tiniest of pauses, if her hand wasn't so firm on his arm, Jewel might not have noticed:: Daughter, my lady? <Jewel> Well... child. But I think... I don't know. Perhaps because of Great-grandmama... I always imagine a little girl. It... maybe it's just foolishness. * Angel pats the hand on his arm gently. "I have to admit, my lady, this little gift of yours is a two-edged sword, is it not?" <Jewel> ::looks up at him sidelong, with a small smile:: Though I hope you haven't been setting your heart on a baby duck. * Jewel nods, taking a deep breath and letting it out again. "Aye. But I thought I might... just ask Loria, since we were going anyway..." <Angel> All right. ::sighs:: * Jewel looks around quickly and drags him down for a quick kiss. "I love you." <Angel> ::touches her cheek:: I love you, too. But that does take all the fun out of guessing, doesn't it? <Jewel> Well, I admit I didn't *see* what you were carrying. I never have, actually... not even in Eyes' visions. ::sly smile:: Perhaps you were just practicing. * Jewel reaches out to ring the Talarin's bell. <Angel> I seriously doubt that, my lady. <Jewel> ::smiles a little wider:: Not that you would admit to. ::winks:: <Loria> ::struggles to open the door with two toddlers clinging to her dress and a third crawling along gamely behind her older sibs:: Oh! Good evening! <Jewel> Good evening. ::smiles:: You look a trifle... overburdened. May I help? Where is Mistress Ree? <Loria> ::pushes a lock of hair out of her face:: She's on vacation. Come in, do. ::she shivers:: It's freezing outside. <Loria> ::nearly trips over her red-headed daughter:: Oh, for the love of the Mother! Kevil! * Jewel steps in, waving at the little girls a bit shyly as Loria attempts to sort them out from underfoot. "Hello." * Kevil appears after a moment. "Yes, raindr-" He stops as he notices their visitors. "Oh, hello! I did not hear the door." <Jewel> ::smiles:: Hello, Master Kevil. <Loria> ::hands off Aylin to Kevil:: Sorry, we're a little disorganized tonight. Come sit in the parlor? Would you like tea? * Kevil slings Aylin over his shoulder like a sack of grain, and she squeals delightedly. "I will go make the tea, and join you in a moment." <Jewel> Tea would be lovely. We came-- *I* came-- to discuss a job with you. Two of them, sort of. ::glances at Angel sidelong:: <Loria> ::smiles:: Thank you, my heart. ::she scoops Valleria off the floor:: Care for a toddler, Master Smythe? I seem to have several to spare this evening. They're just laying about. * Jewel giggles. * Angel looks startled then takes the red-headed child somewhat dubiously. "I'll just rent her for the evening, Priestess. I'm not quite ready for full-time ownership. I need a few seasons to adjust to the idea." * Jewel's eyes dance as she watches her husband settle the little girl in his arms. <Loria> A job? ::leads the way to the parlor, Shavyl still trailing after her with a battered looking stuffed frog in one hand and her thumb firmly in her mouth.:: * Jewel follows Loria to the parlor and takes a seat on the couch, leaving Angel plenty of maneuvering room. <Jewel> ::nods:: I believe this would go beyond your arrangement with Dawn. This is... personal. To me, anyway. And, well... the other one is even *more* personal. <Loria> ::indifferently kicks a few toys into the corner of one room:: Here, Shavvie... you want to play for a bit? <Shavyl> ::looks petulant:: Da-di? <Loria> ::sighs:: Da-di's not here. He went out with your Aunti Mish, remember? * Kevil limps dramatically into the parlor, one foot weighed down by the giggling child clinging burr-like to his leg. He sets the tea tray down in front of Loria, then pries Aylin from his leg. "Go and play with Shavyl, rabbit." * Angel sits down, balancing Valleria cautiously on one thigh, holding her loosely around the middle. Valleria crows and reaches up to steal Angel's hat. "'AT!" <Angel> ::nods:: Yes, I suppose it is, little miss. <Jewel> ::shakes her head a little:: Even with one parent for each and a housekeeper, I'm not certain how you manage it. ::she claps her hand over her mouth as Valleria steals Angel's hat, her eyes dancing:: Oh, my. A born thief? * Kevil sets Aylin next to the toys in the corner, then pulls Shavyl close and whispers to her for a moment. She reluctantly agrees to play with her sister, and Kevil settles them before coming back to sit next to Loria and put his arm around her. <Loria> ::flops down in a chair with relief, watching as the twins decide to play together to put a wooden puzzle together:: Some days are easier than others. ::she grins:: It helps if I keep telling myself that. <Jewel> ::grins ruefully:: If you mean to reassure, it's not helping. <Kevil> ::laughs:: Children are *not* reassuring creatures. <Jewel> Well... ::pours herself a cup of tea:: ...one of my pieces of business touches on that, actually. ::glances at Angel again:: <Kevil> What business? <Jewel> ::chewing on her lower lip as she holds the cup in her hands:: We're... ready to consider having some of our own. But I'm not certain I... can. <Loria> ::takes a cup of tea and adds an obscene amount of sugar to it. When she catches Kevil watching her, she sticks out her tongue and adds a final lump:: * Kevil smiles and shakes his head, then pours his own cup, taking it without sugar. <Loria> ::schools her expression:: Why in the world not? <Jewel> ::carefully not looking at Angel:: Someone was... dosing me extra, for awhile, to be sure. * Angel clenches his jaw, the sound of his teeth grinding together is clearly audible. * Kevil blinks in surprise, then looks *extremely* offended. He starts to say something, then glances at Angel and decides perhaps he should keep his mouth shut. <Jewel> ::firmly:: It's done, it's over. And the midwife says I seem healthy enough, but... she said there's really only one way to tell. I thought... ::glances at Angel again, slipping her hand into his:: *we* thought... there might be another. That maybe you could... look, or ask. Or something. ::bites her lip:: <Angel> ::grimaces:: It's also possible - we've no way to be sure - that she was overdosed once, to abort. ::it seems to be taking quite a bit of effort for him to keep his voice even:: * Jewel squeezes his hand. <Loria> ::looks shocked:: That's horrible... <Kevil> ::frowns:: Who would- ::glances at Angel again and sighs:: No, I do not want to know. <Jewel> ::nods tightly:: No, you don't. But... please, can you... can you at least tell if there's been... anything permanent? * Angel sets Valleria on the floor, where she happily plays with his hat, including but not limited to stepping on it several times. "If you will excuse me a moment." He bows stiffly, then strides out of the room where he can be heard pacing around in the atrium. * Jewel watches him leave, her eyes anguished. * Jewel looks at Loria hopefully. "Please?" <Loria> ::nods:: Of course I will. That's... how upsetting this must be for you. * Kevil leans over to kiss Loria on the cheek. "I will leave Lady Smythe in your capable hands, d'va?" He picks up Valleria (and Angel's hat, by default), and follows Angel into the atrium. <Jewel> ::keeping her voice low:: He... he thinks he's failed me. But he hasn't, he can't... ::her breath catches, and she puts her hand over her mouth:: <Loria> ::smiles:: Thank you, my heart. ::to Jewel:: Come with me, if you will? The girls can play by themselves for the few moments an exam will take. I believe you can lay down in the guest room, just for a bit. * Jewel nods and stands, following Loria. <Loria> ::the guest room is simple and sparsely decorated aside from a large bed and wardrobe:: Lay down, if you will, on your back and try to relax. * Jewel nods and stretches out on the bed, taking several deep breaths, her tension lessening with each one. * Loria sits on the bed, her hands held just over Jewel's stomach and begins to pray in a calm, even voice, speaking a language that is fluid, musical and completely incomprehensible. * Jewel tenses again briefly as Loria spreads her hands and works on her meditation technique again, listening to the rhythm of Loria's words. <Loria> ::after some time, Loria's hands start to glow with a pale yellow light and she touches Jewel's stomach lightly:: <Loria> ::raises her hands and claps them once sharply, which extinguishes the light. She then 'dusts' her hands together, sprinkling the tiny motes of remaining light over Jewel like glitter:: Everything seems perfectly in order. * Jewel lets out a breath and half-sits, the hope in her eyes almost painful to look at. "You're certain?" * Loria gives Jewel a reassuring smile. "She's not usually wrong about these things." <Jewel> ::blushes:: No, of course not. I... could I... would you excuse me for a moment? <Loria> ::laughs faintly:: It seems to be the night for it. By all means. * Loria walks back into the parlor and sits down on the floor near the twins. <Jewel> Thank you. ::slips off the bed and runs unerringly after Angel:: * Kevil looks up as Jewel comes into the atrium, half-smiles, and silently excuses himself again. * Angel has been pacing around the atrium, not quite not noticing Kevil, if only to avoid walking over the bard. * Jewel stops a pace away, and reaches out for his hands. <Angel> ::stops suddenly:: My lady. <Jewel> Bastian... it's all right. I'm all right. <Angel> ::looks at her carefully:: *It* is not all right. That it was done to you at all is unforgivable. That it has not harmed you... ::he sighs:: She is certain? <Jewel> ::smiles a little:: I asked her the same thing. She said, she's not usually wrong about these things. <Angel> ::nods slowly:: Then, let us broach the next subject for which we are in need of the priestess's aid, shall we? <Jewel> ::nods, stepping in to give him a quick hug:: * Kevil raises his eyebrow. "There's more?" * Valleria takes the opportunity of some slack attention to run off, chortling, with Angel's hat towards parts of the house unknown. * Jewel takes a shaky breath and releases it, giving Angel a last quick squeeze before stepping back again. "Aye, that was personal. This part is... business." * Jewel makes a face. "Well... my personal business, but still... I'd like to... hire Loria's services. Perhaps-- back to the parlor?" * Angel puts his arm around Jewel's shoulder again, almost possessively. The relief on his face is almost painfully palatable, particularly to those who know him well enough to know he doesn't usually show that sort of emotion. * Kevil gestures for the "Smythes" to precede him back to the parlor. * Jewel slides her arm around Angel's waist as they head back to the parlor. * Loria is on her knees, looking under the sofa. "Val, oh, for heaven's sake child, come out of there..." <Jewel> ::whispering in Angel's ear:: I think I shall be purchasing you a new hat. * Kevil laughs and puts an arm under Loria's elbow to help her up. "Leave it be, n'shava. Master Smythe does not need his hat until it is time to leave, after all, and I expect that the underside of the sofa shall become tiresome long before." <Angel> ::shrugs:: She can have it... I am delighted to see such unabashed thievery at such a young age. Gives me hope for the future. * Jewel laughs. * Loria sighs. "Master Smythe, you are not as amusing as you think you are." She gets to get feet wearily, leaning on Kevil's arm. "For that, I shall pray to the Blessed Mother. Triplets, at least." <Jewel> Oh, sweet gods... ::looks faintly alarmed and pours herself a fresh cup of tea:: Perhaps I might assuage your wrath with the offer of another job? * Loria sits back in her chair and smooths out her dress. "What sort of 'job'?" Her tone is crisp, professional. <Jewel> That is, if... ::bites her lip:: Well... can you speak with the dead? <Loria> ::her eyes widen:: When it's necessary, although it can be distasteful. ::she glances at Kevil, then Angel worriedly:: Can you tell me more? * Angel picks a seat on the sofa and cups his arm along the back, providing an inviting seat for his wife. "This one is all yours, my lady." <Jewel> ::furrowing her brow:: Some, but... well, that's what we need your services for. The whole situation is rather... confusing. It's... ::she takes her deep breath and takes a seat in Angel's sheltering arm:: ...it's about my sister. * Loria raises an eyebrow. "Then it's not... *that* sort of business?" <Jewel> Well... ::glances at Angel:: There are... aspects of this that I would not cheerfully share with a L-- Dragon, if that's what your asking. <Kevil> Perhaps you should begin at- Well, tell us all the *relevant* details. As little as possible which you feel should not be shared, d'va? <Valleria> ::sticks her head out from under the sofa:: Dwagin? Mama? <Jewel> ::smiles a little:: Part of the difficulty is that so much of this has occurred... outside of our purview, you might say. ::she smiles at Valleria:: Not that kind of dragon, sweetie. ::looking at Kevil and Loria again:: My mother-- in Arabel-- hired on a new journeyman about a year ago. I went to visit them recently, and was plagued by a number of disturbing dreams about the young man and my sister. I felt some... wrongness about it. * Loria looks at Jewel. "Clarify wrongness, please." She folds her hands in her lap, looking thoughtful. <Jewel> ::frowns into her cup:: Something about him frightened me. I had a feeling that he... meant danger to my sister, somehow. In my dream, I saw him gift her with a little silver box, that turned into a skull, that turned into a handful of poisonous snakes, that turned back into a box... and his face was shadows, in the dream. <Jewel> It's been indicated to me that I should... trust the feelings from these dreams. ::makes a face:: Although one could wish they'd be a bit clearer, I swear! <Loria> ::smiles:: Prophecy? ::she glances at Kevil, putting one hand over her abdomen where a sword once got stuck:: I can completely sympathize. * Kevil winces at the reminder, and puts his arm around Loria's shoulders. "So, who's dead?" <Jewel> Anyway, I... requested that some friends look into the matter for me, and, well, the young man doesn't seem to be exactly who he claims to be. ::frowns again:: Maybe. <Jewel> ::sighs:: I could be telling this better, couldn't I? <Loria> ::shakes one hand back and forth:: I'm still waiting for the dead man... but I am all right with listening to you come at things sideways. It beats some of the conversations I've had recently which consist entirely of "did not, did too!" * Kevil sighs mournfully, and mutters, "It was *too* Diya's fault..." <Jewel> ::laughs softly:: <Jewel> All right... what we know so far is that the young man is the son of a thief or former thief, and grew up in a mansion outside of Arabel that was originally built by an evil mage, and-- when the boy was there-- owned by a miserly noble from Suzail who'd retreated there in some disgrace. The boy took the noble's last name after he died, and claims now to be his son. <Jewel> ::frowns a little:: A number of people have gone missing around these two... every time, with an explanation that didn't quite add up. The noble's wife, supposedly run off with a servant, but all the servants are accounted for. <Valleria> ::climbs out from under the sofa:: Hesh. Up? Up? Pweese? * Kevil starts to reach for his daughter, then peers at her. "Where is Mr. Smythe's hat, monkey?" <Valleria> Hat? Hat? Hat fyoor. <Kevil> Yes, n'issal, I know. Pick up the hat and give it back to Mr. Smythe, please. <Jewel> The boy's blood father, supposedly with the treasure he'd finally found in the old miser's house. A fellow student of the young man...supposedly run off to sea, but again, no trace. <Jewel> ::winces to think of what the hat might be like after its sojourn under the couch:: Really, Master Kevil, it's all right.... <Valleria> ::pouts, but crawls under the sofa again:: Hat! Hat! Hesh. ::she pushes out several dusty and battered toys, the remains of what once might have been an apple, and Angel's hat, looking decidedly the worse for wear:: <Jewel> ::bites her lip, holding back a small smile despite herself:: Oh dear... <Angel> ::sighs:: Really. She can have it. * Kevil grins briefly at Angel. "What do you say to Mr. Smythe, Valleria?" * Jewel takes Angel's hand and squeezes it. <Valleria> ::picks up the hat and puts it on her head:: Teek es! <Kevil> Good girl! ::picks her up and swings her around:: <Loria> ::smiles at her daughter and husband, then turns to Jewel:: So... who am I supposed to be interviewing? About who? <Jewel> The old noble seemed to hold some secret, that perhaps he taught the young man now in my mother's employ. I don't know if he deliberately *intends* my sister harm, but I know that whatever his secret is, it doesn't bode well for her. If you can talk to the old noble and get to the bottom of this mystery, perhaps we can keep my sister from... ::swallows:: ...being hurt. <Loria> ::very softly:: How old is your sister? <Jewel> She's six years my junior. ::thinks a moment:: She'll be 18, this summer. <Loria> ::nods:: About my sister's age... Polla. She might listen to me if I told her I thought a man was bad for her. ::looks a bit sad:: But probably not. And, at least, I don't think her sweetheart is bad for her. A bit idiotic, sometimes, but that comes from hanging out with Kristo too much. But... she won't listen to you, will she? <Jewel> She's... ::sighs:: She's very much like I used to be. But... it's not even that I think he's bad for her, or anything like that. ::she grins a little, squeezing Angel's hand tighter:: I could hardly speak on that score, anyway. There's just... ::shakes her head swiftly:: I *wish* I knew better what it was, but he carries some... danger. Something evil. And I think he intends to give it to her somehow. <Loria> ::watches Valleria romp around with Angel's battered hat on her head like an oversized bucket:: There's... ::she coughs into her hand:: a small matter of a donation. ::she actually looks sort of embarrassed:: You see, I have this temple project... <Jewel> ::smiles in relief:: Naturally, Priestess, I would be happy to... be generous in my gratitude for the use of your skills. <Loria> ::wrings her hands a bit:: I'll need some supplies as well. I'll compile a list... talking with the dead is an unpleasant business... but at least it's quick. Think of what you'll want me to ask. I don't have the strength to hold him to this world for long. <Jewel> ::lifts her and Angel's joined hands to her lips to kiss his fingers:: Or rather... even *more* grateful. I... I've had my own... encounters, I know it's not the easiest-- or safest-- of things. ::glances at Angel again:: One of my... associates indicated that the wizard that built the place was a *very* nasty piece of work. The old man's buried in a plot out back. <Kevil> ::frowns at Loria:: N'shava, are you certain? <Loria> ::crosses her eyes at Kevil and speaks quickly in a language that flows off her tongue like honey and is completely incomprehensible to the Smythes:: {I am not certain, my heart. And yet there is this pressing bill on the temple that I simply must pay. You know that.} <Jewel> ::looking at Kevil:: We'll all be with her, Master Kevil. If I could be assured he'd come speak to me, I'd not even ask, but... I wouldn't ask her to face anything I would not. And certainly not alone. <Angel> Dawn will be with us, as well. If there's trouble, we will have him return us here, immediately if not sooner. I will not allow harm to come to your lady any more than I will allow it to come to mine. <Jewel> ::laughs a little and pinches the bridge of her nose:: I keep forgetting they already *know* Dawn. <Loria> ::laughs:: Know Dawn? Of course I know him... I work with him several times a week. Entertaining, if a bit colorful... <Kevil> ::gives Jewel a faint smile, then looks at Loria sternly:: {You will take no unnecessary chances, d'va?} * Loria gets up and drops into the lowest possible curtsey she can make - one might almost call it a salaam. {As my lord commands.} She gets to her feet again. "Don't fret, my heart. Anything that can chew its way through Master Smythe is something my lady goddess would want me to deal with." <Jewel> ::firmly:: We will leave long before anything has an *opportunity* to chew through Master Smythe, thank you. * Kevil laughs, and kisses Loria. "That, n'shava, is what worries me." He sighs and scoops up Valleria, hanging her upside-down over his shoulder. "I will let you decide on details, and keep the monkeys out from underfoot." He wanders out of the room, pretending to be looking for his daughter. * Loria watches him go, frowning. Then she sighs as he is out of earshot. "He worries." <Jewel> ::smiles faintly, glancing at Angel:: He loves you. <Jewel> You said-- we should think of questions to ask him? How long do you think you can hold him? And can you compel him to answer? ::she makes a small face:: I've spoken with the dead, but... generally on *their* time, not mine. <Loria> ::nods:: He'll answer. He won't lie. He may... answer round about, try and fool you. But he can't lie. And not long. Maybe ten minutes. Less if he fights me too much. <Jewel> ::nods:: Angel? You suggested it... will that be enough time? <Angel> ::shrugs:: I guess we'll see, won't we? At least we won't have to convince him to talk. <Loria> ::nods:: Give me... three days. I have to pray. Quite a bit. And make sure Missa is here, to help with the children. ::she looks faintly distressed:: <Jewel> ::nods again:: All right. Dawn's providing the transportation out and back... you can give me your list, or tell me how much you'll need. And *please* don't feel embarrassed about it. ::smiling a little:: After all, I'm paying Angel for his services, too. ::she reaches across the table to take Loria's hand:: Thank you. <Loria> ::gives Angel a suddenly wicked little glance:: And how much are your... *services*... worth? ::she rolls the word around in her mouth suggestively:: * Jewel blushes deeply. "Ahem. Not *those* services." <Angel> ::shakes his head, a tiny smile playing around his mouth:: Two husbands, and you're out shopping? You are a busy girl, aren't you? * Jewel shoots him a mock-glare. "*You*, sir, are *not* for rent." <Loria> ::primly:: Not as busy as some... ::turns to Jewel:: I'll pass that list along to Dawn, we've got an architectural meeting tomorrow morning. <Jewel> ::nods:: Fair enough, then. Do you need anything else of us? <Loria> ::looks over her shoulder to make sure Kevil is out of earshot:: I'm sure you know the right people to ask... I'll want a sedative. For me, for after. I'll... probably need help sleeping. And you are not to mention it to my husbands. <Jewel> ::bites her lip and nods:: Done. <Loria> Thank you. <Angel> ::bows deeply:: Then we thank you for your time, Lady Priestess. We shall see you soon. <Jewel> ::stands, pulling Angel to his feet with a light tug on his hand:: Thank you again, Loria. I'd best get this one home and find him something to do, if he's starting to think of... moonlighting. <Angel> ::snorts:: Not likely. <Loria> ::smiles:: Good evening. Walk under the Lady's light. <Jewel> ::grins back:: Or in the protection of Her shadow. Good evening to you. |
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