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Jul 16, 2005 22:38:38 GMT -5
Post by Caitlin on Jul 16, 2005 22:38:38 GMT -5
Ithilwen smiled. "I'd like to, if that's okay," she said. "I'll just sit here with Sidhiel, if that's okay with her." With an innocent smile, she patted the girl on the knee, although her eyes were on her husband.
So she didn't see the pure disgust and malice that flickered across Vanmoriel's face at the contact. The she-devil had touched her! How revolting! Once again, though, she quickly got control over her facial expressions. She hoped Glauron hadn't seen -- she knew the she-elf hadn't.
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Jul 16, 2005 22:43:51 GMT -5
Post by Nimmir on Jul 16, 2005 22:43:51 GMT -5
This time he hadn't and seen anything. Once in a while he would ask Sidhiel for help and thank her.
"Oh and Ithilwen," he said looking up. "When you get home can you fetch me a small purse... I'm going to be paying Sidhiel for her help..."
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Jul 16, 2005 22:47:52 GMT -5
Post by Caitlin on Jul 16, 2005 22:47:52 GMT -5
Vanmoriel shook her head, touched by the gesture. "You don't have to pay me anything, Glauron," she said. "It's fine, really. Something to do."
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Jul 16, 2005 22:50:28 GMT -5
Post by Nimmir on Jul 16, 2005 22:50:28 GMT -5
"Oh no," he shook his head. "I just feel sorry that I cannot offer more, but I have little business coming in. "He smiled at her. "Is that alright, Dear?" he asked Ithilwen.
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Jul 16, 2005 22:51:48 GMT -5
Post by Caitlin on Jul 16, 2005 22:51:48 GMT -5
"Of course!" Ithilwen said, immediately getting up to go to their house. This time, Vanmoriel was expecting the physical contact and didn't flinch. "Honestly, though," she said. "I was hoping you'd make something instead." She blushed.
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Jul 16, 2005 22:59:49 GMT -5
Post by Nimmir on Jul 16, 2005 22:59:49 GMT -5
"I can do both," he said with a smile and looked at her. "If you're here for a while then there is time, otherwise, you can pay me for it at the end. You might end up making some money too."
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Jul 16, 2005 23:02:14 GMT -5
Post by Caitlin on Jul 16, 2005 23:02:14 GMT -5
She smiled, happily. "Thank you!" she said, honestly happy. She wanted to hug him in gratitude, but didn't dare.
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Jul 17, 2005 12:17:42 GMT -5
Post by Nimmir on Jul 17, 2005 12:17:42 GMT -5
He smiled and nodded to her. "It seems fair, no need to thank me."
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Jul 17, 2005 13:03:35 GMT -5
Post by Caitlin on Jul 17, 2005 13:03:35 GMT -5
She shrugged. "Still . . ." she said.
She decided she'd not only change the subject but do a little reconnaissance on the competition, as well. "So, that's your wife?" she said, trying to make it sound conversational.
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Jul 17, 2005 14:18:05 GMT -5
Post by Nimmir on Jul 17, 2005 14:18:05 GMT -5
"Yes," he said with a nod. "That is Ithilwen," he smiled. "Maybe one day you'll see my sister. She drops in here more often than Ithilwen does."
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Jul 17, 2005 14:21:33 GMT -5
Post by Caitlin on Jul 17, 2005 14:21:33 GMT -5
Vanmoriel nodded. Meeting Glauron's family wasn't what she wanted, but she'd be fine with it. Just not . . . her. His wife. She made Vanmoriel's skin creep. Putting those thoughts out of her mind, she went back to work.
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Jul 17, 2005 14:25:08 GMT -5
Post by Nimmir on Jul 17, 2005 14:25:08 GMT -5
He smiled and smiled. The circlet was almost done. "Smallest hammer on the wall please," he whisepred and looked back at her.
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Jul 17, 2005 14:29:10 GMT -5
Post by Caitlin on Jul 17, 2005 14:29:10 GMT -5
She handed the hammer to him as instructed. It was a beautiful circlet! She watched him craft the final details, as if by magic. How wonderful it seemed!
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Jul 17, 2005 14:40:13 GMT -5
Post by Nimmir on Jul 17, 2005 14:40:13 GMT -5
He finished it gently, hammering his mark into the back a small sun with a G in the middle.
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Jul 17, 2005 14:43:31 GMT -5
Post by Caitlin on Jul 17, 2005 14:43:31 GMT -5
Vanmoriel was amazed by it's beauty. She had never seen a circlet this close up before! "And you made that?" she asked, awed. "Would you . . . would you make me a necklace?"
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