After the better part of an hour, Ishamael walked back into the living room impeccably dressed, the white suit he wore when he arrived in Tackleford having been washed the day before. A calm nod to Shelley as he offered her a hand from where she was sitting. A thin veneer of calm having been established during his shower. He would-must conquer this.
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Date: 2006-12-03 11:09 pm (UTC)"Are we not going, my lady?"