4th Ashan, 721
At least, she thought, it was no longer dark and soggy and muggy. She positively hated the season of Cylus. All those cold trials which required her to wear things which simply increased her size and failed to accentuate her wonderous figure. Zana Delroth hated being forced to make clothing choices because of something so foolish as weather - she would much rather that she simply got on with wearing what she wanted. It wasn't even that she didn't look ravishing in a warm and snuggly sweater - because of course she did. She simply loathed the lack of choice which extremes of weather posed.
So, she was glad when Ashan came in because at least then there was natural light by which she could apply her make up and choose her clothing. The vain young woman was, to-trial, wearing a yellow dress with a wide belt beneath a high waist. The skirt was short, although she'd worn a lot shorter, and it had a scallop neckline. She looked good in it, she knew, and so Zana had piled up her hair ~ because that worked with this neckline ~ and made her way downstairs.
She'd left Theo in bed, sleeping soundly. They'd been awake until very early and the poor boy was all tuckered out, Zana thought with a self-satisfied smile. She, however, was hungry, and so she'd come down to the dining room. The woman who walked in to the dining room was extraordinarily beautiful and she dressed to her absolute best. It was relatively early in the morning, although not very early, but her make up was applied perfectly, her hair exquisite. She walked over to a table - the one where they usually sat - and her hips swayed gently as she walked. The gentle sound of her high heels against the floor tapped out in time to her walk and Zana knew that more than one of the men in the room watched her.
That was good, as far as she was concerned. They should.
Standing at the table she waited, apparently patiently, until the male server rushed over and, with an apology, pulled her chair back for her. Zana lifted a handkerchief to the side of her mouth, then nodded at him and smiled. "Thank you, dear boy," she said, softly. Then, she slid gracefully into the chair and smiled in pleasure as he seated her. "Just an orange juice please, dear one, and whatever chef thinks I'll like." She patted the serving lad on the arm and he scurried to comply.
Once she had her drink, Zana glanced around the room. A number of people were watching her, she noticed. That was normal. They were mostly the men-folk and that was normal too. She didn't really pay any attention to anyone in particular but then one, specifically, caught her eye.
Ice blue eyes gazed at Devin and travelled the whole length of him. She seemed to be drinking in the sight of him and her lips parted slightly as she bit her lower lip and then smiled. Raising the orange juice to him in a salute from across the room, she spoke in a voice so low that it would be hard to make out the words, though her mouth movements were clear. "Good morning," she said. Then, she gestured to the empty chair opposite her and raised an eyebrow questioningly.
So, she was glad when Ashan came in because at least then there was natural light by which she could apply her make up and choose her clothing. The vain young woman was, to-trial, wearing a yellow dress with a wide belt beneath a high waist. The skirt was short, although she'd worn a lot shorter, and it had a scallop neckline. She looked good in it, she knew, and so Zana had piled up her hair ~ because that worked with this neckline ~ and made her way downstairs.
She'd left Theo in bed, sleeping soundly. They'd been awake until very early and the poor boy was all tuckered out, Zana thought with a self-satisfied smile. She, however, was hungry, and so she'd come down to the dining room. The woman who walked in to the dining room was extraordinarily beautiful and she dressed to her absolute best. It was relatively early in the morning, although not very early, but her make up was applied perfectly, her hair exquisite. She walked over to a table - the one where they usually sat - and her hips swayed gently as she walked. The gentle sound of her high heels against the floor tapped out in time to her walk and Zana knew that more than one of the men in the room watched her.
That was good, as far as she was concerned. They should.
Standing at the table she waited, apparently patiently, until the male server rushed over and, with an apology, pulled her chair back for her. Zana lifted a handkerchief to the side of her mouth, then nodded at him and smiled. "Thank you, dear boy," she said, softly. Then, she slid gracefully into the chair and smiled in pleasure as he seated her. "Just an orange juice please, dear one, and whatever chef thinks I'll like." She patted the serving lad on the arm and he scurried to comply.
Once she had her drink, Zana glanced around the room. A number of people were watching her, she noticed. That was normal. They were mostly the men-folk and that was normal too. She didn't really pay any attention to anyone in particular but then one, specifically, caught her eye.
Ice blue eyes gazed at Devin and travelled the whole length of him. She seemed to be drinking in the sight of him and her lips parted slightly as she bit her lower lip and then smiled. Raising the orange juice to him in a salute from across the room, she spoke in a voice so low that it would be hard to make out the words, though her mouth movements were clear. "Good morning," she said. Then, she gestured to the empty chair opposite her and raised an eyebrow questioningly.
Love is a temple, love is shrine, love is pure and love is blind.
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Buy some love from the candy store. Get it on credit if you need some more