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Aug. 11th, 2005 06:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shelley_wintersIt is very late.
The moonlight provides illumination in the room in Elan Morin's villa which Shelley has lived in for the last few weeks. She hadn't dared use any other light in case it was noticed. It is very difficult hiding things from Elan. If it was something important, or something he wanted to know, it became near-impossible. But a game... It's only a game is easy enough to say. Even easier to play carelessly, as if you can't see the patterns of the play. To let yourself seem a worse player than you are, in fact.
Move.
Shelley Winters regards the Sha'rah board in front of her. The pieces are spread out, halfway through a staged game, and the patterns are increasing in complexity. The red side is halfway through a gambit Elan often uses. She has never beaten it when playing with him. The girl has no idea if he realises how closely she watches him play. Her own style has always remained cautious, allowing him to take the initiative. To reveal how he likes to play.
Move. How would Elan react to that? Usually he is aggressive. Confident. But if he had to defend his possession, no doubt he could...
Change the Fisher's abilities? Keep her from controlling it? Elan likes to feel in control.
Shelley gazes at the board silently, thinking. There are ways around this. Since he had restricted her movements to the house, she had spent a lot of time in the library. Books of legends, philosophical works - she had even read one or two of his. But there were also Sha'rah strategy books. Evidently Elan's interest in the game extended to theory as well. She had read them intently, recognising strategies he liked to use, patterns that could be created.
Move.
Not many people remember she had qualified as a lawyer. Shelley has work ethic, and is also more intelligent than given credit for. If she wants to learn something, she will.
Move.
(You have much to learn...)
Move.
(I'm learning.)
And then there is an end to it.
Shelley looks down at the board. The girl quietly picks up the Fisher, returns it to the start.
Again.
Move.
The moonlight provides illumination in the room in Elan Morin's villa which Shelley has lived in for the last few weeks. She hadn't dared use any other light in case it was noticed. It is very difficult hiding things from Elan. If it was something important, or something he wanted to know, it became near-impossible. But a game... It's only a game is easy enough to say. Even easier to play carelessly, as if you can't see the patterns of the play. To let yourself seem a worse player than you are, in fact.
Move.
Shelley Winters regards the Sha'rah board in front of her. The pieces are spread out, halfway through a staged game, and the patterns are increasing in complexity. The red side is halfway through a gambit Elan often uses. She has never beaten it when playing with him. The girl has no idea if he realises how closely she watches him play. Her own style has always remained cautious, allowing him to take the initiative. To reveal how he likes to play.
Move. How would Elan react to that? Usually he is aggressive. Confident. But if he had to defend his possession, no doubt he could...
Change the Fisher's abilities? Keep her from controlling it? Elan likes to feel in control.
Shelley gazes at the board silently, thinking. There are ways around this. Since he had restricted her movements to the house, she had spent a lot of time in the library. Books of legends, philosophical works - she had even read one or two of his. But there were also Sha'rah strategy books. Evidently Elan's interest in the game extended to theory as well. She had read them intently, recognising strategies he liked to use, patterns that could be created.
Move.
Not many people remember she had qualified as a lawyer. Shelley has work ethic, and is also more intelligent than given credit for. If she wants to learn something, she will.
Move.
(You have much to learn...)
Move.
(I'm learning.)
And then there is an end to it.
Shelley looks down at the board. The girl quietly picks up the Fisher, returns it to the start.
Again.
Move.
