[At the sound of Ion's purring, Anise absent-mindedly reaches out to start stroking him again. She could get used to this...]
"Are you certain you want this?" The noble Ser Aldwin inquired, honourable even here, in the this hardest of battles: one against his own desire. He did not wish to hurt the young maiden.
The only response Dena gave was a smile, even as a blush painted her cheeks light red. She took Aldwin's battle-roughened hands into her own smooth, milk-white ones, placing them on her small baubles.
[Oh hey, she's trusting him with her treasure! That's pretty romantic. Maybe she'll have to borrow this book from Ion...]
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Date: 2011-10-26 01:58 pm (UTC)"Are you certain you want this?" The noble Ser Aldwin inquired, honourable even here, in the this hardest of battles: one against his own desire. He did not wish to hurt the young maiden.
The only response Dena gave was a smile, even as a blush painted her cheeks light red. She took Aldwin's battle-roughened hands into her own smooth, milk-white ones, placing them on her small baubles.
[Oh hey, she's trusting him with her treasure! That's pretty romantic. Maybe she'll have to borrow this book from Ion...]