12-06-2007, 07:57 AM
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| With a creature as unconventional as Tamerlane, and one as charming as Fatin, conversation was unlikely to run in the traditional manner, pouring over small-talk and refusing to wander off on tangents. So a new subject interested him as her joking excuse was one of 'old age'. The young traveller swept his dark eyes briefly over Fatin's small and agile form; over the curvature of her fiery hair and to the outstanding feature of quiet green eyes. Old? he questioned, not to sound complimentary, but you don't look a day over two years. How old are you? I want to disallow you to use 'old age' as an excuse, he added with dark good humour. |