11-20-2007, 01:47 PM
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[/html]It was a long, long time since he had seen a familiar face of a family member. So long in fact, that his own family was, as her custom dictated, trailing a few steps behind him. He was naked, as was she, though the only scrap of clothing beautiful enough to cover her body was the jeweled collar at her neck. And oh, what an exquisite price that had been! Katka had been covered with a hefty fine herself, and the jeweled collar had only added to the price. But she was worth every penny he had spent. These lands were ones he did not know, and by the point in his life where he had found them, he could hardly be recognized as the awkward golden youth his parents - at this, he scowled - would remember.
Gold and fire had taken his pelt, and ebony charring had marked him. He was no longer a telltale son of Ahren anymore, he was his own man, handsome and strong. Garnet eyes peered curiously over forgotten sidewalks and cracked roads. The cobblestone of his own Spanish pavilion had been so intricate, so beautiful. And to give that up, along with his title and estate for this? What a pathetic place. No wonder his parents had left it. No wonder they had been such failures. They had no chance to be anything else. "Это место жалким." For a rare moment, he wanted her to freely speak. The command was given, and he stopped moving, turning to face her in the pale Le Soleil in Teh Sky light. "Реагировать; вы пропустите наш дом и суд в Испании?" He reached out, gently toying with a strand of her hair. His hand lowered, touching that lovely lovely collar of hers with a soft smile. "It looks good on you." He murmured, this time in english, knowing her skills were syntax error'd and thus, she might even miss the compliment. Otherwise, it was likely she would gloat for days.