Re: First Troubled Reverie, by Glorfindle
From the Chronicles of Myra Sunveil



He smiled at Vivian as he approached his shop. He hadnt yet decided if he liked the seasons decore or not. He had seen the same done at many other places and far better then his feeble talents could. He allowed himself to shrug in a who cares kind of way. Something else was occupying his thoughts.

He had hoped to see Myra at the Arrow this evening. His business had kept him later than planned however and by the time he had reached the Arrow most of the folks had gone home for the evening. Azeron was behind the bar at that time and had let him know that Myra had been here looking for him but had left. He was slightly diapointed but thanked Azeron and headed home.

Now as he swung open the door of the Bowyery he saw her. She lay curled up, leaning against the barrel there deep in reverie. Glor smiled to himself as he watched her rest. The most stunning creature he had ever seen.

He moved slowly and deliberatly so as to disturb her rest as little as he could. He picked her small frame up in his arms and carried her lightly and silently up the steps.

Setting her into the large bed, he stepped back and watched to make certain she was still asleep. He covered her with a spare blanket before blowing out the candleabra and turning to the door. The throne downstairs would be more than comfortable for him tonight he decided.

"Amin mela lle Myra." He whispered before closing the door and heading downstairs.



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