The morning sunlight drifted through the window as Ishamael sat calmly with his eyes closed and hands clasped in his lap. Lunch sat steaming on the table in front of him as he spoke calmly.
"Good afternoon, Lady Shelley."
He could hear her wandering in, her footsteps markedly distinct from Vashti's.
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Date: 2006-11-10 09:24 pm (UTC)"Good afternoon, Lady Shelley."
He could hear her wandering in, her footsteps markedly distinct from Vashti's.