A small smile from Ishamael as he took another step back. His thin form silhouetted by the setting sun in the rose garden. The scent of roses lingered in the crisp autumn air as he issued a challenge
"How about we have ourselves a friendly spar then, Lady Shelley?"
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Date: 2006-10-11 09:55 pm (UTC)"How about we have ourselves a friendly spar then, Lady Shelley?"