She stretches slowly and languidly, the weekend having come to a close. Her amethyst and lavender gaze moving slowly over the Eshu sleeping next to her. She leans over, kissing him lightly on the lips and stands, pulling on her clothes
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Iain: I take thee as my Heart, my Soul, my Woman with a shining blade, with the promise of a bright dawn in each new day and a soft bed at each day's night. I promise to love thee and honor thee; to make you laugh when you are feeling out of sorts and to listen to you when you speak. I will protect thee from the elements and the dangers wherever we
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The Baroness stares at the Knoxville introcitor, paused on the image of a young sidhe kinain holding the head of her twin by the hair. Just the head, nothing else
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The introciter flickers to life. A familiar Eshu is sitting at a desk, a map of Rolling Hills behind her. Her black hair is pulled out of her face by a hair band, and her usually bright eyes are dulled by exhaustian. Her velvet voice is rough with worry and unshed tears
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Shadow watches from a ways off, the children, Hush's daughters falling apart by his grave, Peregrine doing the only Noble thing she's ever seen him do, and poor lost Kellie, trying to be a comfort in an unforgiving situation
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