Lifting her black and red skirts, Vashti hurried to Shelley's side, peering down carefully she quietly inquired. Carefully avoiding thinking of the consequences of not having Shelley well by the time Ishamael returned, Vashti had little need to feign concern.
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Date: 2006-09-26 09:41 pm (UTC)"Are you hurt, mistress?"