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Gorgoniy
Guest
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'Sierra should be here every evening!', viscount La Seche thought. 'She livens up this dusty bunch'. She chattered away merrily, sitting right next to him. A broad grin decorated Gregory's face, as he listened to her stories. Sierra was the first spark of light he'd had in his life for some time. Melancholy spread lazily through him, as he reminded himself why his world had turned dark en grim for so long. The death of his wife had been a blow, he'd thought would end him. Only his duties, and upbringing, had let him survive the tragedy. Feelings of bereavement clawed at him, trying to drag him into misery.
Sierra's natural perfume perforated his memories. It became an anchor, keeping Greg in the here and now. "You smell very nice", Gregory murmured in a voice heavy with emotion. Saved from his heavy memories, he smiled at the warm woman next to him. He felt a desire to empty the room and keep her to himself. Although he was usually thoughtful, Gregory now just acted on his desire. Standing, proud and tall, he clapped in his hands. "Tis late, ladies and gentlemen", he boomed. Yawning a bit too broadly, he added: "My bed is beckoning. And I have a habit of complying with it's beckonings". Turning towards his guest of honor - Sierra - Greg bowed. "Sierra Arcanum. Thank you for your perfect performance. I enjoyed it a lot. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you miss Arcanum, most talented artist and bard!" With these words he started clapping. His other guests followed his lead. As the applause died down, some of the nobles started to rise and leave. "Thank you for your company, master Phillipe. You looked stunning this evening, misstress Philene. 'Till next time". The viscount personally escorted some of the stragglers out.
As the heavy doors of the dinner hall closed behind the departing guests, Gregory turned around with a broad smile. "Sierra, wondrous woman. You made the impact I hoped you would". Grinning, he thought back on the shocked expressions of many of the lesser nobles, as the bard had sung her song. "Hahahaaa...You were wonderful, you are wonderful!" Beckoning at a lackey he ordered a brandy for them both - as a nightcap. "Do you have lodgings", Greg asked Sierra, "or are you in need of some? I have rooms to spare, you know".
Sierra's natural perfume perforated his memories. It became an anchor, keeping Greg in the here and now. "You smell very nice", Gregory murmured in a voice heavy with emotion. Saved from his heavy memories, he smiled at the warm woman next to him. He felt a desire to empty the room and keep her to himself. Although he was usually thoughtful, Gregory now just acted on his desire. Standing, proud and tall, he clapped in his hands. "Tis late, ladies and gentlemen", he boomed. Yawning a bit too broadly, he added: "My bed is beckoning. And I have a habit of complying with it's beckonings". Turning towards his guest of honor - Sierra - Greg bowed. "Sierra Arcanum. Thank you for your perfect performance. I enjoyed it a lot. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you miss Arcanum, most talented artist and bard!" With these words he started clapping. His other guests followed his lead. As the applause died down, some of the nobles started to rise and leave. "Thank you for your company, master Phillipe. You looked stunning this evening, misstress Philene. 'Till next time". The viscount personally escorted some of the stragglers out.
As the heavy doors of the dinner hall closed behind the departing guests, Gregory turned around with a broad smile. "Sierra, wondrous woman. You made the impact I hoped you would". Grinning, he thought back on the shocked expressions of many of the lesser nobles, as the bard had sung her song. "Hahahaaa...You were wonderful, you are wonderful!" Beckoning at a lackey he ordered a brandy for them both - as a nightcap. "Do you have lodgings", Greg asked Sierra, "or are you in need of some? I have rooms to spare, you know".