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House Guest - June, 1997 Blood Red Rose, LdyGlori, Imoinda, GeraldHntr Subj: House Guest. Date: 97-06-13 23:11:12 EDT From: BldRdRoseV A black-draped sedan chair pulls up once more outside the imposing stone wall surrounding the manor. A few slender, gloved fingers peek out from behind the curtain, drawing it back to reveal the alabaster features of Blood Red Rose. As if sensing her requested presence, and with a low bass trembling, the stones part and a familiar bridge springs up to lead into the manor grounds. Rose's chair is drawn across the bridge, followed by a small caravan of bulky male slaves carrying wooden chests. As they pass onto the manor property, the wall closes behind them, leaving a smooth and baronial vizor of stone to the outside. Fingers of shadow drift into the night sky, taking the bridge with them, and the small party find themselves settled onto the lush, grassy grounds of the estate, dropped as though with the loving caress of the Master of the House himself. The tiny assembleage passes by the Garden of Slaves and Rose leans out, motioning Gerald towards one of the young trees abloom with crimson roses... a whisper from her, and the Favorite steps to the side, plucking a single stem and handing it into her gloved fingertips. The caravan crests the swell of earth leading to the wide oak doors and, as they stop before the entrance, a pair of gleaming black legs curls out from between the curtains. With fluid grace, she rises and steps towards the door, pressing her palm flat against the wood. A moment's pause, and she haltingly recites the words that Kain has taught her. Another moment more, and the doors slide aside, welcoming her into the quiet, vast antechamber of Locke Mannor. The footfalls of her slaves are a gentle hush on the marble floors, harmonizing with the hard stiletto click of her own spiked heels. She steps boldly forward, motioning the chair-carriers to deposit her sedan at the base of the grand staircase. The rest of her slaves follow behind as she ascends the steps, her deliberate sway accentuated by the lifting and dropping of her feet. They make the arduous climb, wending their way upwards, bypassing the offshoot hallways and making their way, at long last, to the doors of Kain's private chamber. Brushing her fingertips lovingly over the entrance, she emits a soft sigh of longing, her heart already threatening to burst with missing him, a sentiment that she knows must be shared by many in this household. Then, resigned, she presses firmly against the doors, swinging them wide. A glimpse of two picture windows on either side of a lavishly decorated bed, and then the slaves carry her trunks inside, and the door closes with a whisper behind them. Subj: House Guest. Date: 97-06-14 02:20:00 EDT From: Ldy Glori ::wandering the halls of the Mannor, she hears a slight rustling in Kain's chambers. Raising an eyebrow, knowing he is gone, she swings the door open quickly to surprise the people she thought to be intruders. A smile grows on her lips upon seeing Blood and the slaves:: Ah, come tae visit wit' th' family while Kain's 'way? If'n ye need anythin' ... or jus' someone tae talk tae, me door's always open. (w) Jus' watch out fer th' tigers. ::winks with a crooked smile:: Subj: House Guest. Date: 97-06-14 03:24:32 EDT From: BldRdRoseV Rose glances up, her grin a little embarrassed as she is caught in the process of adding a few feminine touches to Kain's room ... an extra satin cushion or two ... a nightstand converted into a dressing table by means of a few velvet swatches draped over its corners ... a bottle of oil already open and filling the room with the heady scent of roses ... her own jewelled coverlet, already spread over the bed. And a selection of floggers, brought from the Emporium, criss-crossed in a neat lattice across the bed, just waiting to be hung. Her emerald eyes glimmer as she spots the familiar figure in the doorway. "Glorianen!" Closing the space between them with a few quick steps, she pauses, then takes Kain's sister in an impulsive embrace. "He asked me to move in, just last night, so I picked up a few things from the MorCon estate and had them brought over." Indulging in a little fit of girlishness, she sighs, "Oh, I do miss him so much already..." Subj: House Guest. Date: 97-06-14 04:33:01 EDT From: Ldy Glori ::chuckles, returning the hug, gazing over her shoulder:: (m) Oh... he's gonna love this... ::sarcastically:: Glad tae ha'e ye here... ::smiles, holding her out at arms length:: I know, I miss him too. Even though I am still mad at him for killin' Dave... ::half smirk, half chuckle:: Gets kinda borin' wit' out him 'round. ::offers her a soft smile:: (q) I'm here fer when ye git lonely... ::an evil glint suddenly overtakes her eyes:: (q) Or when ye jus' want tae cause trouble. Subj: House Guest. Date: 97-06-14 12:32:10 EDT From: BldRdRoseV A dainty pout creases her features at the mention of the fight. "Yes, I was furious about that whole affair, as well. If Kain hadn't taken drastic measures to win me over, I might not be here now." She rolls her eyes and offers a wry, wistful smile. "Men, and the ridiculous lengths they'll go to over a matter of pride." She returns Glori's wicked look with a lazy-lidded, sly smile of her own. "Well, Kain did say that I was to have access to the slaves here while I'm visiting, but I'm not terribly familiar with Gorean ways. I understand that they're similar to my own methods, but for some differences in terminology, some differences in tradition and custom..." "At any rate, I could certainly use a few introductions around the household, if you have the time?" Subj: House Guest. Date: 97-06-14 22:13:12 EDT From: Ldy Glori ::smiles:: O' course I ha'e the time. when e'er yer ready. I kin also help wit' some o' th' Gorean terms we use 'round here. Any questions ... I'm the woman tae ask.