From: mortedulce@aol.com (MorteDulce)
Date: 14 Oct 1998 20:11:17 EDT
She walked to the Manor house, a smile lingerin on her red lips. It was a good thing that she hadn't met anyone on the paths home, for she wouldnae have even seen them. Morte's mind was a million miles away, amazement and a glimmer o' happiness filled her thoughts. She wouldnae have guessed who would woo her, nae in all the days she could count. Yet his kisses had left her breatheless.......
As Morte walked through the front hall o' the Manor house, Ellen hurried after her callin "Madam Morte, May I speak with ye about the lovely little missy Aislain." Ellen followed her towards the staircase still explaining. "She has decided that all cats should be Blue Madam. Unfortunately, madame she dyed all of them. That would be 30 ye know."
Ellen muttered under her breathe about the parentin skills of some people around the manor as Morte walked calmly past her and up the main staircase. "Yes, Yes, Ellen that be verra nice! " Ellen shook her head at the retreatin Morte, thinking that she needed to have a wee chat with Summer about Morte's odd behaviour.
As she closed the door on her bedroom door, Morte smiled more widely and softly offered his name to the world......
((TBC))
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From: mortedulce@aol.com (MorteDulce)
Date: 15 Oct 1998 21:32:32 EDT
Morte walked out o' the arena after the O'erlord's challenge shakin her head at the controversy. She stopped at the park gardens on her way te the Manor house. She hadnae seen him yet, tho' her heart had leap in his breast each time the Arena door opened. Each time she had been dissappointed. She sighed deeply as the scent o' roses surrounded her.
She felt his arms encircle her slim waist, smiled as he drew her closer to him. He bent an' kissed her neck and breathed softly in her ear, "Evening"
With a bright smile she tilted her head an' pressed her lips against his neck. "Faire eve te ye, love..."
They stood there, her back against his warm chest an' his arms around her in the light silver moonlight. Morte's head settled with her right cheek on his soft black shirt while she listened to the beatin o' his strong heart. He leaned down to kiss her again and she surrendered to the feelin an' as she touched her reds lips to his, she whispered his name lovinly.......
(TBC)
Date: 15 Oct 1998 21:32:32 EDT
Morte walked out o' the arena after the O'erlord's challenge shakin her head at the controversy. She stopped at the park gardens on her way te the Manor house. She hadnae seen him yet, tho' her heart had leap in his breast each time the Arena door opened. Each time she had been dissappointed. She sighed deeply as the scent o' roses surrounded her.
She felt his arms encircle her slim waist, smiled as he drew her closer to him. He bent an' kissed her neck and breathed softly in her ear, "Evening"
With a bright smile she tilted her head an' pressed her lips against his neck. "Faire eve te ye, love..."
They stood there, her back against his warm chest an' his arms around her in the light silver moonlight. Morte's head settled with her right cheek on his soft black shirt while she listened to the beatin o' his strong heart. He leaned down to kiss her again and she surrendered to the feelin an' as she touched her reds lips to his, she whispered his name lovinly.......
(TBC)
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From: mortedulce@aol.com (MorteDulce)
Date: 16 Oct 1998 21:41:18 EDT
Morte had jus left the Manor house on her way te the Arena. It was still fairly early and she loved te walk down the leave strewn path. These last few days had transformed her from the somber sad wee figure that she had become. She seemed te notice things much better, and she had even been seen hummin in the Manor again. Nae one seemd te know who he was, but they knew there was someone! The
Manor house and soon Rhy-din and the Arena buzzed with the question. Morte, however seemd oblivious te the chatter. Her thoughts rested elsewhere.
She looked up as she rounded a curve and see saw him jus standin there waitin for her. His black hair waved gently in the light breeze as Morte felt her heart catch in her throat at the sight o' him. She stopped in front o' him an' looked shyly downwards. "Faire eve te ye love.." she sighed softly, raisin up on her toes to meet his lips with hers as he bent his head towards her.
Abit later, they walked te a secluded glade off the path, their voices low and breathless. The owl in the oak tree bent it's head forwards with a squawk as Morte called out his name with a happy shout.....
(TBC)
Date: 16 Oct 1998 21:41:18 EDT
Morte had jus left the Manor house on her way te the Arena. It was still fairly early and she loved te walk down the leave strewn path. These last few days had transformed her from the somber sad wee figure that she had become. She seemed te notice things much better, and she had even been seen hummin in the Manor again. Nae one seemd te know who he was, but they knew there was someone! The
Manor house and soon Rhy-din and the Arena buzzed with the question. Morte, however seemd oblivious te the chatter. Her thoughts rested elsewhere.
She looked up as she rounded a curve and see saw him jus standin there waitin for her. His black hair waved gently in the light breeze as Morte felt her heart catch in her throat at the sight o' him. She stopped in front o' him an' looked shyly downwards. "Faire eve te ye love.." she sighed softly, raisin up on her toes to meet his lips with hers as he bent his head towards her.
Abit later, they walked te a secluded glade off the path, their voices low and breathless. The owl in the oak tree bent it's head forwards with a squawk as Morte called out his name with a happy shout.....
(TBC)
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From: mortedulce@aol.com (MorteDulce)
Date: 22 Oct 1998 15:09:16 EDT
Morte spent the next few days wanderin the fields around House Oakenshield, her mind clouded by the speed o' events. She had found love again, with a man who would be with her always. They had decide nae te marry, both havin had spouses before an' nae needin a rite te seal what they had chanced upon.
He had asked her te join him in his huge grand house, far larger than any she had ever lived in before. She had nae envisioned the true scope o' his holdin's. She grinned as she realized that it would nae have mattered te her if he had nothin but his name, she would have loved him annaways. His hand in hers made her feel strong and complete, his lips brought a tingle te her body. She walked back te the Manor house, te try an' explain te Summer why
she would be movin'. Nae one knew o' her love, an' most would be surprised and a few perhaps e'en angred by her choice, but that would pass te insignicance in the light o' his love.
Morte saw Summer with her arms full of the last flowers of fall an' called out te her, "Summer! I must be speakin wit' ye!" Summer turned and smiled brightly te Morte. "I have been waitin for ye te ask, luv" Summer spoke softly. Morte smiled shyly an' raised her eyes te Summer and began by speakin his name.
(TBC)
Date: 22 Oct 1998 15:09:16 EDT
Morte spent the next few days wanderin the fields around House Oakenshield, her mind clouded by the speed o' events. She had found love again, with a man who would be with her always. They had decide nae te marry, both havin had spouses before an' nae needin a rite te seal what they had chanced upon.
He had asked her te join him in his huge grand house, far larger than any she had ever lived in before. She had nae envisioned the true scope o' his holdin's. She grinned as she realized that it would nae have mattered te her if he had nothin but his name, she would have loved him annaways. His hand in hers made her feel strong and complete, his lips brought a tingle te her body. She walked back te the Manor house, te try an' explain te Summer why
she would be movin'. Nae one knew o' her love, an' most would be surprised and a few perhaps e'en angred by her choice, but that would pass te insignicance in the light o' his love.
Morte saw Summer with her arms full of the last flowers of fall an' called out te her, "Summer! I must be speakin wit' ye!" Summer turned and smiled brightly te Morte. "I have been waitin for ye te ask, luv" Summer spoke softly. Morte smiled shyly an' raised her eyes te Summer and began by speakin his name.
(TBC)