Post by Caidlyn of Queenscove on May 17, 2006 18:31:39 GMT -5
Caidy pores over a thick volume. The Title says The Ancient Ones and their Ancient Rituals. She appears as if she is in a trance. Suddenly, a young man taps her on the shoulder. She turns around, angry that anyone would disrupt her reading. A glow suddenly passes over her face and her face widens in a beautiful grin.
"TYRAN!" she exclaims. She throws her arms around his neck and kisses him fiercely. He hugs her and picks her up. Laughing, he puts her down. "I'm so glad your back!" she says breathlessly, suddenly remembering that they are in a library.
"Trust me, I'm glad to be back too." a shadow crosses his face, but quickly disappears, but it did not escape her notice.
"What's wrong?" she asks, concerned.
"Nothing of which can be said here, shall we go to your house?"
"Certainly!" she replies. They check out her book and head out of the library, hand-in-hand.
"TYRAN!" she exclaims. She throws her arms around his neck and kisses him fiercely. He hugs her and picks her up. Laughing, he puts her down. "I'm so glad your back!" she says breathlessly, suddenly remembering that they are in a library.
"Trust me, I'm glad to be back too." a shadow crosses his face, but quickly disappears, but it did not escape her notice.
"What's wrong?" she asks, concerned.
"Nothing of which can be said here, shall we go to your house?"
"Certainly!" she replies. They check out her book and head out of the library, hand-in-hand.
