The grandeur around us was a silent testimony to wealth and power. The air was scented with a complex mixture of exotic flowers and the faintest trace of tanglewood incense, denoting peace and kindred spirits.
"Easy over the fence," Deric said softly beside me.
We were already at the parlor. I suppressed a grin at the riding term, then stepped forward to curtsy to the Marquise.
"My dear Countess," Lady Arthal said, smiling as she pressed my hand. "Welcome. Permit me to introduce my children, Fialma and Flauvic. The rest of the company you know."
Lady Fialma was tall, brown-haired, with cold eyes and the elevated chin of one who considers herself to be far above whomever she happens to be looking at--or down on.
"Easy over the fence," Deric said softly beside me.
We were already at the parlor. I suppressed a grin at the riding term, then stepped forward to curtsy to the Marquise.
"My dear Countess," Lady Arthal said, smiling as she pressed my hand. "Welcome. Permit me to introduce my children, Fialma and Flauvic. The rest of the company you know."
Lady Fialma was tall, brown-haired, with cold eyes and the elevated chin of one who considers herself to be far above whomever she happens to be looking at--or down on.
( Sherwood Smith )
[ Court Duel ]
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