Delia Sarafine Mowbray
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« Reply #0 on: February 03, 2010, 11:33:45 PM » |
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If it were possible, Delia sat up a little straighter, taking pride in her childhood title, won fair and square. "The Great General of Snowballs, three years in a row. I think I even made him call me Queen Snowflake every year I won." The somber look cracked with a grin. What silly titles. She missed them and their games. "Mother put a stop to all that." All she had to keep her company in the long years of education and training was her harp. It was a poor replacement for friends, but it was a friend to her in it's own way.
Under the same blanket again after fifteen years. Well. The space beneath it seemed to have shrunk since they were children. Delia swallowed when she thought of what her mother would say.
"Well, don't tell him, then. I think I should also like to see the look on his face." Practical jokes were always a good way to pass the time. "Actually, when I tell my parents that you're both back, I'm sure they'll want to host a grand party in your honor. They still think very highly of you both." Of course, her mother would also set about trying to get her to marry one of them. As if she'd want to marry one of her good friends! She cared for them, obviously, but not in such a way that would give way to something so serious.
She fingered the soft blanket before taking a deep drink of the warm cider. "I suppose I shouldn't stay for too much longer." She'd told her mother only that she was going riding, nothing else. She would have been back by now if that had been true.
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CotM - Mar. 2010
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It was just a little fun, lighten up. (rubs his cheek) You're lucky you're a lady, else I'd have boxed your ears.
