Dune III - Monday, June 03, 2002, 12:49 AM

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Where the Great Houses vie for power in the Padishah Imperium....

 

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Library -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain)

 

������� Books, in every conceivable form, fill the grand shelves of this room. The lighting is excellent, although its source is unclear as no shadows are evident. Many different comfortable-looking chairs are strewn around the circular room, and there are several tables arranged near the center. Stepstools are available to aid in reaching the higher shelves. The carpet is lush and purple, and may help to dampen sounds in this room -- every sound is quickly swallowed such that a normal conversation in low tones would not carry from one end of the room to another.

 

Players:

�Ratner�������������������������������������������

Exits:

�Sliding Doors <N> leads to Residential Wing -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain)

 

The room is silent beyond the breathing of the lone occupant. Ratner is seated in one chair, a pile of books next to him. He has one open on his lap, but his head is listing back and to the left. Based on his breathing, he might be asleep.

 

The doors open silently and the young Sisay enters, with a big book under her arm and a collection of written papers in her hand. She stops for a moment as she notices her father there, soundly asleep and instead of the usual frown, a cute smile outlines the dimples on her cheek. Slowly, she creeps to his side and silently curls on her armchair, pulling a brown blanket over her feet. The she starts looking through the papers...

 

Ratner grumbles softly. "Hello, dear."

 

Sisay looks up from her papers, black eyes glimmering underneath several black hairlocks. "'morning... did you read a nice story?" she asks teasingly.

 

Ratner grunts as he sits up. "Getting back in line with recent law for diplomats." He looks at the papers. "What are you studying?"

 

Sisay raises the book and notes: "Biochemistry..." and then she raises the papers and comments: "And my paper on my Biology experiment." She sounds awfully tired.

 

"Well, it is better then swordplay I guess," Ratner says.

 

Without raising her gaze from fumbling with her papers she retorts sharply: "Don't worry, I still train dayly. Three hours in the morning." The corners of her lips raise slightly at the beginning of a grin.

 

Ratner sighs softly. "Oh the honor I fought so hard to build is circling the drain."

 

Sisay claps her book close and tilts her head: "Oh? And what honnour exactly might that be, father?" she asks icily.

 

Ratner says, "I heard rumor you were seen with a Harkonnen man."

 

Her eyes squint and she answers coldly. "Yes? So?"

 

Ratner says, "You were still engaged to the Atreides gent."

 

Sisay answers sharply: "We danced. I also danced with the Atreides Duke, but that wouldn't make a difference, would it?"

 

Ratner blinks. "Sisay, my dear daughter, tell me something. Where did I go wrong? What have I done to make you hate me so much? " He stands slowly, not even bothering to close the book before it falls to the floor. "And don't tell me it has to do with Ankgor. This started even before he died."

 

Sisay follows the book's fall with her eyes and sighs deeply. "I don't know..." she echoes softly. Raising her eyes to meet your gaze she adds: "You just never gave up trying to turn me into your puppet... making me a... a... lady. Well, now you have one, Delana is perfect as you wanted her. But let me be as I want to be..."

 

Ratner's does manage to smile, though it seems forced. "I will do my best, but I will ask a compromise for it."

 

Sisay looks her father up and down and retorts, with that same cold tone: "Who do I have to marry this time?" although her eyes have a distinct gleam of interest and curiosity in them.

 

Shaking his head, Ratner bends down and picks up the book he dropped. As he moves it to the pile, the words 'Family album' stand out. "I didn't say anything about marriage. I was simply asking that you keep in mind that what you do effects not only yourself, but your entire family as long as you have the name Ginaz.

 

Sisay's eyes linger for a moment on that title and it just seems her voice softened a bit. "I know, father. But if loving a man is a crime, then I'm guilty. But I cannot control this... A smuch as I tried loving poor Mintor, I just couldn't..." Her eyes look pleadingly upwards to her father.

 

Ratner says, "I've... Had words with his father. That is past. No harm to our name."

 

Sisay sighs and shakes her head. "I wish it wouldn't have ended so..." she echoes and then adds: "And what is wrong with Fahahd, father? Did you meet with him? Do you know what kind of man he is?"

 

Ratner sits back in his chair, though has turned to face you. "This is a new name. I've not heard of all the suitors from Jacob yet."

 

Sisay blinks and then widens her eyes: "Suitors?" she asks, underining the plural of the word. "Wait a moment... Except Fah... who?"

 

Ratner shrugs. "I don't know. I've not been told."

 

Sisay puts the book and the papers to a side, and straightens her body. "Well, this is new... Please, let's ask uncle Jacob! And... " she titls her head with a quiestioning look: "What do I have to do?"

 

Ratner frowns, "Do? What do you mean?"

 

Sisay sighs. "About the... " she waves her hands in front of her "the suitors... I mean, I didn't expect more, one would have... been ideal."

 

Ratner chuckles softly. "It's easy. You make your choice and leave it at that. The honorable thing to do is politely tell them you are taken and go from there." He waggles a finger playfully. "No castrations allowed."

 

Sisay bursts in laughter and cutely shakes her hairlocks. "I cannot guarantee that..." she teases jokingly.

 

Ratner says, "At least try to only make it a partial. With technology where it is, maybe they can regrow the second for him..."

 

Sisay grins and says: "Yes... yes" laughing slightly at the joke. A bit of a blush underlines her embarassment of the subject.

 

Ratner nods. "Then am I forgiven for my outburst when I first got back from Marcinko?"

 

Marco pages: We shall see. :)

 

Jacob has arrived.

 

Sisay is curled up in a big armchair at one side of the Library and Ratner is sitting somewhat next to her. They both have some books around them and Sisay is holding also some written papers. They just talk in low voices and the atmosphere seems... quite cozy.

 

The doors glide open smoothly to reveal the form of the Marquis, who looks quite surprised to see his brother and niece in the Library. "What a pleasant surprise!" He continues to rumble, "Am I interrupting something? I only came in to retreive a reference holo for something I am studying."

 

Ratner looks up from his conversation. "Hello, Jacob. Your ears must be burning, we were just mentioning you."

 

Sisay turns her head to her uncle and then beams a delighted grin, saying: "Uncle Jacob, come join us please.... No I didn;t get to the part when I'm biting him." nodding her head towards her father, laughing. She then gestures towards a servant to bring in some refreshments.

 

Jacob just grins and looks skeptical. "Aye. Speak my name and I am summoned." He pulls up a chair, sitting informally. "What have I missed?"

 

"We were discussing suitors for Sisay." Ratner says. "A Fahahd something, and if there might be others?"

 

Sisay glances up to her father, blushing deeply, saying nothing. Servants come in, carrying a table which they place between the three and then a few others follow with the beverages and some cookies. Sisay tries her best to be a host, but she's way too lazy to uncurl from her armchair, so she just directs the servants, motioning who should put what on the table. And so, tea, water, wine and juice along with cookies and some crackers are quickly served.

 

Jacob murmurs dryly, "There are always more, brother." He looks to Sisay quickly, "You know that the Earl of Skaya paid me a visit a week or two ago, to ask permission to see you?"

 

Ratner gives a brighter smile. "So is the list extensive then, Jacob?"

 

Sisay's eyes widen with surprise and her dimples get clearly shown as she smiles softly. Her hand adjusts several rebel curls from her shoulder as she says: "Oh, did he? And what did you... say to him?" And then with much curiosity she adds: "Oh, pray tell... who are the others?"

 

Jenaa has arrived.

 

In the silent Library, near one of its corners, a cozy place has been set up, where Sisay is curled up on am armchair, legs covered with a blankie and her uncle and father sit right next to her. A table with beverages and sweets separates the three as they talk...

 

Jenaa enters shortly after Jacob, undercurrents of a smile on her face. Her eyes widen slightly in surprise as she sees Sisay and Ratner. "Ah. A little gathering? I hope I'm not interrupting?" Her cheeks appear slightly flushed, though it could just be the warm lighting in the library...

 

Ratner smiles as he stands and bows. "Just a small family discussion, though you are welcome to join us."

 

Sisay tilts her head towards the entrance with eyes wide. "Oh, Your Highness..." she says, strugging to get out from underneath the blankie. Eventually she makes to her feet and curtseys deeply. "Please do join us..." she echoes, silently gesturing a servant for another chair.

 

Jacob purses his lips in a slight smile, though he looks surprised to see Jenaa. Very overly surprised. "Your Highness! Another surprise. We were discussing the Lady Sisay's suitors." He flushes faintly, too. Must be all the surprises.

 

Jenaa tugs her lower lip into her mouth, but then smiles and nods to Ratner, "I wouldn't be so presumtuous..." She extends a hand as though to prevent Sisay's curtsey, but it comes too late and she instead runs it through the short hair over her ear. "But if you're certain it wouldn't be a bother to you...?"

 

Ratner shakes his head. "No bother. Besides, I would love to get to know more about my future sister in law."

 

Jan walks in from Residential Wing through the Sliding Doors.

 

Jenaa inclines her head as she takes a seat, "Thank you, then, my Lord. I look forward to doing the same."

 

Sisay beams a smile to Jenaa as she notices her hand gesture and quickly climbs back into her favorite spot. After all, that's why they made her this big armchair. Again, she tries her hostess talents by commanding the servants around. Yes, the sweets there, do bring another plate please, yes and another glass. Then she leans back and looks.

 

Jan clomps slowly into the library, a few books tucked under his arm, a short paper list of volumes to gather in his hand. He stops and raises an eyebrow, bowing quickly, "Your Excellency, M'Lord, M'Ladies...if you'll excuse the interruption, I only meant to take a few notes." He rises, grinning a touch, "Hope I haven't...crashed the party?"

 

Ratner gets a glass of water while he is up, offering to pour for others as he stands there. He looks up at Jan's entrance, smiling slightly. "Not to my knowledge. Though I do hope I didn't hurt anything with the Moritani's the other night?"

 

Jacob simply receives a plate of meat and cheese from one of the servants with a gracious nod, and listens for now. A tall glass of a dark brown, cold liquid is handed to him as well.

 

Jenaa smiles brightly as she turns and sees Jan entering, "My Lord Baron... a pleasure to see you again."

 

Jan grins widely at Ratner, "Not at all, M'Lord, frankly I do appreciate having someone else at these things, it can get rather...tense...in a one-on-one discussion. I do look fowards to working with you more in the future..." he trails off, turning to follow an attendant, quickly making his wishes known before turning back to Ratner, "How did you find the experience?"

Jan quickly adds a smile and duck of the head to Jenaa, "Your Highness, the pleasure is entirely mine."

 

Sisay cocks her head towards her father. The word 'Moritani' did ring a few bells in her mind, apparently. But she nods to Jan, beckoning him over to have a seat. Back to her father her gaze turns and awaits his answer curiously.

 

Ratner frowns a little. "Unsettling. The doctors have kept me away from that stress too long. I was ... off balance."

 

Jenaa slips her shoes off and pulls her feet up under her on the chair; a decidedly casual pose.

 

Jacob nibbles delicately at some of the meat on his plate. He leans towards Jenaa, offering her a choice piece. "Squirrel?"

 

Jan nods slowly at Ratner, "Understood, M'Lord, you did handle it well. I'm sure your diplomatic 'feet' will return shortly." Accepting the proferred snifter from a passing attendant he turns, smiling at Sisay, "M'Lady..." Sliding into a chair near Sisay he leans back and hefts a fair quantity of his brandy back, sighing contentedly.

 

Jenaa smiles and accepts the bit of food, leaning back into the soft cushions as she savors it, quietly listening to the conversation.

 

Ratner settles back to his chair, sipping his water with a grimace. He mutters about doctors and diets and healthiness.

 

Around a piece of cheese, Jacob murmurs, "How is the Contessa Moritani? She seemed ... quite pregnant today."

 

Sisay snickers quietly as some of them eat squrrel meat but helps herself with some chocolate candy.

 

Jenaa laughs softly.

 

"We met with ... I believe it was Marco, wasn't it Jan?" Ratner says. "Were not fortunate to meet the Contessa. Though perhaps that was a good thing at the time."

 

Fahahd walks in from Residential Wing through the Sliding Doors.

Fahahd has arrived.

 

A servant comes in a few steps before stopping rigidly. With a chuckle he says: "Fahahd Alaurans, Earl of Skaya to see the Lady Ginaz..." and with a bow he turns and keeps the door open for the guest to enter.

 

Ratner turns some, eyeing this latest arrival as a curious father.

 

Fahahd enters quietly - he wasn't far behind the retainer who made the announcement, obviously. There's a flicker of unease when he realizes it's not Sisay by herself merely, but a good deal of the upper echelons of House Ginaz. He bows to the assembled company, still managing to balance a fairly sizable basket hung over one arm.

 

(OOC) From afar (to Sisay and Jenaa), Fahahd is such a little weasel, compared to the Ginaz brothers. ;)

 

Jenaa draws a long breath and smiles, inclining her head towards Fahahd. She does not speak, though.

 

Jan gives Fahahd a quiet nod and the hint of a grin across the rim of his rather full brandy snifter.

 

Jacob turns in his chair, chuckling softly at the fact that the erstwhile visitor has just walked into the room to be confronted not only with his intended visitee, but A Princess, a Marquis, a na-Marquis and an extra diplomat, to boot. Then again, he is Harkonnen, he's probably walked into much more intimidating gatherings. He smiles amiably, and nods slowly to the new arrival.

 

Sisay turns her head to the door, everyone else melting away from her gaze, her blush resurrected on her cheeks. As the Earl enters she hops on her chair and sits on her knees. "Fahahd!" she greets in a tone which sounds more like a gasp.

 

Jenaa smiles crookedly as she observes Sisay's reaction.

 

Observant of protocol, it's the Princess and the Marquis who are greeted first, but it's obviously Sisay that Fah's here to see. "Highness, my lords, my lady," he murmurs in greeting. The basket emits a plaintive mewing, as well as a faint scratching. "I'm not intruding, I hope?"

 

A wry smile tugs at Ratner's lips as he gives an acknowledging bow to the newcomer. He doesn't say anything, just leans deep into the chair. As he does, he takes in the man with appraising eyes, as if trying to determine his diplomatic worth.

 

Jan crooks an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of brandy as his eyes flick sideways to peer at Sisay's reaction, then back towards Fahahd, brows compressing as he contemplates the Harkonnen.

 

Sisay stands on her knees, contemplating the Harkonnen from head to toe. Of course, the basket attracts her eyes with untamed curiosity. But she remains quiet for the moment.

 

Jacob grins brightly, "Come in, come in, Earl Skaya." He looks at Sisay pointedly, reminding her perhaps to be a proper hostess.

 

Ratner stands, moving around to grab something from the food tray. "He can have my seat. I can stand over here." With that comment he slips over next to the door to watch the goings on.

 

Fahahd flicks an uncertain look at Ratner, but does move towards the seat. "If my lord is sure?" he wonders, though he doesn't really expect a refusal. Another, louder mew from the basket.

 

Sisay lets out a small "Oh" as she gets that look from Jacob, glancing shyly away. But this time, servants know their drill and arrive with another plate and glass which are put instead those of her father's. She nods to the servants the titls her head back at Fah, smiling broadly. "This is... unexpectedly pleasant..." she says, interrupting for a small giggle. "Please, do help yourself and tell us what is that in your basket over there?" Clearly curiosity has won over the Lady.

 

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Jan cocks his head at the basket and the...rather curious...noises emerging from it. Grinning at the Lady Sisay's demand to know the contents he leans back in his seat, waiting to have his own curiousity satisfied...and at the rate he's consuming it, his brandy refilled.

 

Fahahd settles the basket in his lap, not scooting too close to the table as yet as he seats himself. "A gift," he notes, with a shy half-smile. The catch of the basket's lid is released, and he reaches in carefully. The creature extracted from it is clearly feline, and about the size of a small house cat. But by the size and awkwardness of its build, it's obviously still in the kitten stage. If anything, it resembles a lynx, with a ruff of silver fur and black tufts at the tips of the pricked ears. With his free hand, he clips a leash to a collar nearly hidden in the plush fur. "She's a fossa - they are native to Giedi."

 

Ratner silently slips out the door.

Ratner walks to the north and passes through the Sliding Doors.

 

Jacob raises an eyebrow ridge and watches Sisay for her reaction.

 

Sisay looks at everyone around, a big happy smile all over the face. She gives Jacob a wink in that it's-allright style and then climbs down from her chair, approaching Fah. "How cute! Is it Rayhana's baby?" she asks giving Fah a sideling glance, reaching out with her hand to pet the feline creature. Obviously she's seen another animal like this and seems quite familiar with it.

 

Fahahd senses, "Sisay looks at you with her glimering eyes, a seductive smile tugging on the corners of her lips as in a silent 'Thank You!'"

 

Jan takes a rather large swallow of brandy and sits a little more upright in the seat, peering at the presented animal, his diplomatic reflexes a touch disturbed. He fights the urge to barge from his seat and consult the house security detail. Covering his disturbance with the consumption of a morsel he makes a resolute mental note to have it thoroughly investigated later, putting on his best politely vacant smile as he watches the Lady Sisay fawn over the beast.

 

Jenaa bends over and takes up her shoes in her hand and rises to stand on her bare feet. She smiles, "I believe I'll retire to refresh myself. Thank you all for a lovely conversation."

 

Fahahd simply offers the catling to her. Rather than struggling, it gives a trilling purr and dangles tamely. "Rayhana is her aunt, actually. Her mother is from the same litter. This one doesn't yet have a name, since I figured you'd better name her."

 

Jacob glances at Jan, and a subtle hand signal is used to reassure him of the safety of the situation. It's just a kitten, after all ... for now. He looks at the little beast, and his expression seems to express his admiration of the animal, and his reluctance to follow it around with a pooper scooper.

 

Jacob stands, looking at Jenaa. "I will accompany you upstairs, Highness?"

 

Jenaa's eyebrows rise in mild surprise, but she nods, "Of course, my lord, if it would please you to do so."

 

Jacob smiles faintly. "Of course it would." He looks at the other occupants of the room, nodding as appropriate, but signaling for Jan to stay if possible.

 

Jan subtly re-arranges his fingers on his brandy snifter, reflecting his understanding of Jacob's signal. He tilts his head, peering more curiously now at the feline, then raises a brow again, rising quickly to bow, "Goodnight, Your Highness, Your Excellency, please, have a good evening, my gracious thanks for your charming presence." He pauses, looking over at Sisay and Fahahd, adding quietly, "And, M'Lord, M'Lady, I belive I should retire to my office and sort through my..." he pauses, looking sideways at Fahahd, "Recently arrived paperwork. Goodnight."

 

Jenaa smiles and nods to Jan, then Fahahd, "Goodnight."

 

Sisay takes the pet in her arms, petting slowly with her hands. "So cute! Thank you Fah!" she giggles before lifting the small baby up to her face to inspect her cute face closer. As the Princess raises, the cat is safely deposited on Sisay's shoulder as she curtseys. "Your Highness, it has been a pleasure..." The curtsey is extended to her uncle and Jan, with a small grin. As she raises she walks to her uncle and quickly whisper something in his ear.

 

Jacob senses, "Sisay giggles and hushes: "I will behave, uncle. Have no worries...""

 

Fahahd notes, looking rather bemused, "And a good night to you as well, Highness, My Lord Marquis." They're going to leave him all alone with her, with no better chaperone than a small kitten?

 

Jenaa nods formally at Sisay's curtsey, "The pleasure has been mine, Lady Ginaz."

 

Jacob walks to the north and passes through the Sliding Doors.

Jenaa walks to the north and passes through the Sliding Doors.

 

The kitten clings, though without excessive use of claws, already acclimating to her new owner, it seems. She gives another mew, and lashes a stubby tail.

 

Jan pauses suddenly as he starts for the door, stopping just short of smacking himself, "Lord above, M'Lady, M'Lord, if you'll please excuse me for just a minute longer, I -did- neglect to retrieve some rather important tomes from the library shelves...if you would." He spreads his hands before him, putting on his best simpering-diplomat face.

 

As everyone leaves, Sisay jumps back in her armchair, after craddling the small kitten in her arms and starts cuddling and petting. "Fah... how come you are so sweet?" she murmurs, eyes completely taken away by the fossa.

 

Sisay looks over to Jan and bursts in a momentary laughter. "Of course, please do, baron." she says, turning her eyes back in her lap.

 

Fahahd gives Jan a slight nod, murmuring, "Surely, my lord." To Sisay, he notes, a bit shamefacedly, "I was trying to find an appropriate gift...and one from Giedi itself, rather than just something bought on Kaitain. You do like her?" The kitten promptly starts kneading Sisay's arms with her paws, and purring. Love me.

 

Jan smiles politely to the couple and slides around them to reach the library walls, pulling down tomes and consulting the rather lengthy list he carries, muttering dates, names and god knows what else to himself....

 

Sisay looks up momentarily to say, in a whispered silky voice: "Of course I like her! It is the sweetest gift I received so far, Fah!" then her eyes drop to the kitten-like creature and starts playing with her paws, stroking her belly from time to time and hapy giggles can be heard from the Lady. Jan receives a small curious glance.

 

The kitten rolls over, the better to have her tummy rubbed. THe purring is pretty much continuous at this point, like a small, well-tuned motor. Fahd also glances at Jan, but dismisses his presence with a slight shrug. No reason to bother the busy man, after all. "So far?" he wonders, curiously.

 

Jan absentmindedly flips open a book, leafing through a few pages until he finds something...leaning back against the bookcase to read, head cocked to the side.

 

Sisay raises her gaze to Fahahd and replies: "Oh, yes... quite. I am more used to the gifting habbits of home. I donated all the swords I ever received to the training room" A laugh escapes her lips as she finishes. Her hands are quite busy in ticking the fossa and petting her. She actually missed a pet. Cocking her head to a side she offers: "Baron, you may have a seat while you read. Its more enjoyable that way."

 

Jan blinks and looks up at Sisay, "Oh...er, yes M'lady...I'm sure...thank you." He shakes his head for a moment to clear it and sets the book down, pulling a scrap of paper from his pocket to wedge between the pages of interest. He starts hunting through the shelves for another book...

 

Fahahd nods faintly to Jan, before reaching out to pet the cat, himself. "I'd wager." He's relaxed a little bit, without the pressure of the Marquis and his brother being present. "She's not hard to take care of. I've brought the proper food, though it's not hard to find. She does like to be brushed, though, more for the attention than any real need to be groomed."

 

Accidentally, just by mistake really, Sisay's hand brushes up against Fahahd's, her caress directed more to his hand than the cat's. Slowly, her eyes raise to look at him and it appears she listens carefully to what he said. Oh, attention she'll have quite enough and that is quite obvious. "Will we walk them together?" she asks, a cute grin pulling her lips upwards.

 

Fahahd lets the touch linger, turning his own hand to take hers, just for a moment. "Surely," he agrees, serenely. "As often as you like."

 

Jan snatches another book from the shelf to add to his pile, then pauses, pulling it back and flipping it open to the back, glancing down the bibliography...resuming his hunt again, snatching down another tome, muttering something faintly obscene sounding in Allgau.

 

Only one of the Lady's hands cuddle the kitty right now, the other one is safely entwined in Fah's. She lets her head fall backwards to lie on the armchair's back and says dreamily: "That would be lovely..." Her head cocks just a bit to the side as she hears the mutterings. Was that a diplomat's language she just heard? Turning back, she echoes: "We must name her..."

 

Fahahd smiles, content to leave his hand in hers. "Indeed. Something pretty in your tongue, perhaps?" he suggests, reaching to ruffle the kitten's ears. Jan gets a nervous look.

 

Jan closes the last book with a sharp thump, then looks over at the couple, shrugging slightly with an appologetic smile, "Please, forgive me, it's becoming a rather annoying quest I'm on, chasing after a particular reference...I'll try and be less obtrusive." He turns back to rifling through the shelves.

 

Sisay gives Fah a cute and long look, blinking with her eyes. After a moment she remembers about what Fah said and replies: "yes... i will think... of a name." But right now there is only one name on her mind. And that's not a cat's name...

 

Fahahd senses, "Sisay looks at you cutely, knowing that Jan's here, but she'd still expect a kiss."

 

It's not something one often sees, a Harkonnen blushing...but blush he does, before reaching to take her other hand with his. "I look forward to hearing it." Inopportunely, though, his com gives a harsh beeping, startling the kitten into a growl. Letting go of one of her hands, he reaches for it....only to sigh when he hears the message from the other end. "My lady - i beg that you'll excuse me. Duties at the Embassy call." He doesn't look any too pleased about it, but leans to give her a quick kiss.

 

Sisay sighs deeply and as he kisses, she turns her head slightly to respond with a soft and seductive kiss of her own. "I understand... I hope we will... see you soon?" she says, lifing the kitty up to his cheek as if she'd give him a kiss on his cheek.

 

The kitten simply licks his cheek with a rough tongue, before wrigging to be put back into the comfy lap. "Of course," he replies, with barely restrained eagerness...his reluctance clear, as he rises from his seat.

 

Jan turns from his book and ducks his head, smiling thinly, "Goodnight, M'Lord, I hope your work goes swiftly..."

 

Sisay sighs softly as the kitten is returned in the lap, covered by the Lady's caressing hands. "Untill our next meeting then... and give Uli my best, yes?" she says, voice dropping clearly on the sad side.

 

Fahahd bows politely to first Sisay, then Jan. "Of course, my lady," he replies, before vanishing out the door.

 

Fahahd walks to the north and passes through the Sliding Doors.

 

Sisay sighs deeply as Fah left, cuddling the cat idly. "So, my lord... what are you looking after? Maybe I can help?" she asks, more out of conversation need than anything else. her eyes remain fixed on the kitten.

 

Jan turns to Sisay and cocks his head, "Hrm? Nothing all that important, M'Lady, just the details of a specific CHOAM contract, I belive it is in one of the books, it's just a matter of digesting them all, which I can do later in my office." He smiles a little, "A pretty gift, no?"

 

Sisay smiles happily and raises the kitten to her chest, her hands stroking gently on the kitten's tummy, both of them looking terribly enchanted of each other. "Isn't he lovely?" a chuckle and a deep blush, "I mean... isn't _she_ lovely?"

 

Jan nods quietly, "Indeed, rather pretty." He peers curiously at the cat, frowning a little.

 

The kitty starts chasing Sisay's thumb all over the chair, as the two 'grils' play with each other. "You don't quite like animals, is that right, my lord?" she says, focusing her gaze on the kitty, rather than squinting her eyes through the shelves to look at Jan.

 

Jan shakes his head, "I don't mind animals at all...However, this particular one..." He raises his eyes to peer at Sisay, "I would prefer if it were thoroughly examined by the house security corps, and possibly a suk."