Date: 10/11/97 9:57 AM Pacific Standard Time
From: Takcouma
Marit headed toward the arena. There in the entrance of the place, she set her eyes on the distinguished looks of familiarity. She was not quite sure if it was Lady Sarana's father, for she had met him once and only briefly. As she walked closer, she saw the greying fettered through his hair and the grey eyes that brought this characteristic out.
"Good day, M'lady...."he hesitated for a moment, then said, "Lady Marit!".
"Ah...Good evening Lord Gauriel!" She greeted.
He stood still for a moment as if mesmerized, then shook his head and laughed.
"Something the matter, M'lord?" she asked.
"I just wanted to make sure me eyes are nay seeing things. The light hits funny M'lady. I could 'ave sworn that .."
"Me eyes looked gold, Aye?" She laughed.
"Aye...but ...like real gold"....he said with a most serious tone to his expression.
"Perhaps they are.....Ye going in? she asked.
"Ladies first, Marit." And he gestured a kind arm forth so that she could enter before him.
"Are ye dancing tonigh?" She questioned as she stepped through the doorway.
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Date: 10/11/97 2:03 PM Pacific Standard Time
From: Gauriel
"I may dance, Lady Marit, although I am more in a sit down mood." he answered, stepping in behind her. "and ye?"
"I am nay dancing" She laughed. "I'm in more of a sit-down mood."
"Mind to sit at a table together?" he asked.
"Why, Lord Gauriel, I would be honored. Lead the way."
He pulled out a chair in the corner of the arena for her. She smiled and sat. He walked around to the opposite side. He shedded his dark grey cloak and shouldered it on the chair he had picked. As a waitress took passing, he ordered an ale and looked to Marit.
"A water would be fine. Thank ye Gauriel."
He looked at her like everyone else did and shook his head silently.
"Verra well, a water then." He chuckled. He pulled his chair out and seated himself.
"So…" asked Marit, "What ‘ave ye been up to lately?"
He fished into his cloak pocket hanging from the chair and brought a piece of paper out. He pushed the paper toward her.
"I am thinking about going to this festival."
She glanced down at the squibbled name of the place, then sat back.
"Tis an event fested with many fun activities, M’lord. I ‘ave been invited to it also."
"Well, perhaps ye might accompany me there. Perhaps ye and yer escort?" He smiled.
"I want to say yes…but Lord McIntrye beat the festival’s invitation to escort me elsewhere."
"Lord Daniel?" He cocked his head.
Her eyes flew open with surprise.
"Ye know him?"
Gauriel shook his head. "Nay, M’lady, but I know of him."
From: Gauriel
"I may dance, Lady Marit, although I am more in a sit down mood." he answered, stepping in behind her. "and ye?"
"I am nay dancing" She laughed. "I'm in more of a sit-down mood."
"Mind to sit at a table together?" he asked.
"Why, Lord Gauriel, I would be honored. Lead the way."
He pulled out a chair in the corner of the arena for her. She smiled and sat. He walked around to the opposite side. He shedded his dark grey cloak and shouldered it on the chair he had picked. As a waitress took passing, he ordered an ale and looked to Marit.
"A water would be fine. Thank ye Gauriel."
He looked at her like everyone else did and shook his head silently.
"Verra well, a water then." He chuckled. He pulled his chair out and seated himself.
"So…" asked Marit, "What ‘ave ye been up to lately?"
He fished into his cloak pocket hanging from the chair and brought a piece of paper out. He pushed the paper toward her.
"I am thinking about going to this festival."
She glanced down at the squibbled name of the place, then sat back.
"Tis an event fested with many fun activities, M’lord. I ‘ave been invited to it also."
"Well, perhaps ye might accompany me there. Perhaps ye and yer escort?" He smiled.
"I want to say yes…but Lord McIntrye beat the festival’s invitation to escort me elsewhere."
"Lord Daniel?" He cocked his head.
Her eyes flew open with surprise.
"Ye know him?"
Gauriel shook his head. "Nay, M’lady, but I know of him."
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Date: 10/12/97 9:28 AM Pacific Standard Time
From: Takcouma
"Daniel McIntyre, Aye?" Gauriel's eyes displayed a small bit of amusement.
"What?...What do ye know of him?" She countered quizzically.
"Oh, nothing much." he said. His turned his eyes up toward the arena's ceiling and he began to whistle.
"GAURIEL....Please. I 'ave ta know." She pleaded.
"I know not much about this Lord." Gauriel brought his eyes down to her and kept a straight face but broke into sheer-lighted laughter. " 'cept that he is verra rich and owns an unspeakably tremendous amount of land and is a Lord of which many women would sacrifice a limb."
Marit's face heightened with color.
"I am nay interested in his financial status, Gauriel."
"Ye mean ye dinna know ? really?"
"No." She shook her head.
"Where did ye meet him? Do tell."
More color flushed into her face. Marit realized that even though she had not known Lord Gauriel long, she had been sitting here talking to him like she had known him all her life.
Lord Gauriel smiled and turned to whistling again.
"Okay....okay." She said. "I met him when I was taking a walk alone the other day in the forest nearby here."
"What?" He dropped his hands down on the table and leaned forward.
She nodded. "Aye...I was unescorted."
"Marit, that forest is a dangerous one don't ye know it?"
"Gauriel, may I remind ye of me race?"
"Race...nothing. Tis nay safe for a lady. Ifin it is the forest of which I am thinking, tis carries the reputation of ill."
She laughed.
"Tis nay a laughing matter M'lady. I don't care how skilled ye are with a blade, how high ye can fly or fast ye can fly with those dragon wings of yers....How invisible ye can make yerself, ifin ye can...Tis nay a wise decision. That forest 'as cementary reputation. And now I am beginning to think ye might 'ave nay met the real Daniel McIntrye. For it is said......"
"It's past, Lord Gauriel and I am safe as ye can see."
"No! It is nay past....When do ye meet him again?"
Marit had to really laugh, now.
"Tomorrow I am to meet him 'ere in front of the arena."
"As will I, M'lady." He said firmly.
"Lord Gauriel, May I remind ye, Ye are nay me father."
He shook his head.
"I may as will be, Marit. Ye are clearly in need of one. And ifin ye are the friend of me daughter, then I shall treat ye as ye are her sister."
She smiled to him.
"Verra well, Gauriel...tomorrow. See fer yerself."
In a whispered voice, he said...."I know more about ye then ye thinkst I do, Lady Marit."
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"Daniel McIntyre, Aye?" Gauriel's eyes displayed a small bit of amusement.
"What?...What do ye know of him?" She countered quizzically.
"Oh, nothing much." he said. His turned his eyes up toward the arena's ceiling and he began to whistle.
"GAURIEL....Please. I 'ave ta know." She pleaded.
"I know not much about this Lord." Gauriel brought his eyes down to her and kept a straight face but broke into sheer-lighted laughter. " 'cept that he is verra rich and owns an unspeakably tremendous amount of land and is a Lord of which many women would sacrifice a limb."
Marit's face heightened with color.
"I am nay interested in his financial status, Gauriel."
"Ye mean ye dinna know ? really?"
"No." She shook her head.
"Where did ye meet him? Do tell."
More color flushed into her face. Marit realized that even though she had not known Lord Gauriel long, she had been sitting here talking to him like she had known him all her life.
Lord Gauriel smiled and turned to whistling again.
"Okay....okay." She said. "I met him when I was taking a walk alone the other day in the forest nearby here."
"What?" He dropped his hands down on the table and leaned forward.
She nodded. "Aye...I was unescorted."
"Marit, that forest is a dangerous one don't ye know it?"
"Gauriel, may I remind ye of me race?"
"Race...nothing. Tis nay safe for a lady. Ifin it is the forest of which I am thinking, tis carries the reputation of ill."
She laughed.
"Tis nay a laughing matter M'lady. I don't care how skilled ye are with a blade, how high ye can fly or fast ye can fly with those dragon wings of yers....How invisible ye can make yerself, ifin ye can...Tis nay a wise decision. That forest 'as cementary reputation. And now I am beginning to think ye might 'ave nay met the real Daniel McIntrye. For it is said......"
"It's past, Lord Gauriel and I am safe as ye can see."
"No! It is nay past....When do ye meet him again?"
Marit had to really laugh, now.
"Tomorrow I am to meet him 'ere in front of the arena."
"As will I, M'lady." He said firmly.
"Lord Gauriel, May I remind ye, Ye are nay me father."
He shook his head.
"I may as will be, Marit. Ye are clearly in need of one. And ifin ye are the friend of me daughter, then I shall treat ye as ye are her sister."
She smiled to him.
"Verra well, Gauriel...tomorrow. See fer yerself."
In a whispered voice, he said...."I know more about ye then ye thinkst I do, Lady Marit."