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[shelley_winters]

[OOC: From here.]

The portal from her bedroom winks shut behind them, and the girl slows to a stop in the rose garden, wind blowing softly in her red hair. She doesn't look back at the man following her, or at anything in particular. Birds chip peacefully amongst the trees.

Then the portal is gone and she blinks hard in the bright sunlight, tears spilling over and down her cheeks before her hands come up to cover her face. Dropping uselessly to her knees, she begins to sob, miserable and angry.

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[shelley_winters]

There is a rebellious sob from the ground.

"...Prefer cats. I'm not stupid, either."

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Ishamael glanced down at the little sobbing redhead. How much he wanted to hold her, to wipe away her tears, but this, he supposed, was the best that he could do. The mention of the cat goes quietly noted.

"Very well then. I will trust you with this."

What happens if she breaks that trust goes quietly unstated.

[shelley_winters]

Shelley rubs a hand over her eyes and nods silently, not looking up at him. She wants him gone. Now. And she wants to home again, already. A few minutes here alone is too long.

[always-a-liar.livejournal.com]

Ishamael nods calmly at her tiny form huddled on the broken stones of the garden. He rather liked the shattered look and only had the back wall, and the flower beds restored. There was a beauty in broken things.

"We will speak later, I suppose."

With that, Ishamael walked inside his house to take care of some unfinished business involving a detailed accounting from an agent within the Hall of Servants. He would deal with Duram Sedai's inquiries personally.