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Post by Ayvajin on Nov 26, 2009 19:26:00 GMT -6
Darkness took hold of the city of Temarra as day turned into night. The night was promising to only get colder compared to the day. Temperatures were quick to drop during this time of year, and the people were ready for a night’s snowfall. Most had gone into their houses for the night.
Ayvajin looked out from her kitchen window for a moment. The sky was cloudy this night, which was what was promising snow. A cold wind blew hard against the external walls of the necromancer’s house. It would be a long, cold, restless night, but Ayvajin did not mind. She had spent many freezing nights within the walls of the house. She knew exactly how to get comfortable on such a night.
Turning away from the window, Ayvajin made her way out of the kitchen with a cup full of hot tea in her hands. She made her way upstairs to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. She set the teacup upon her bedside table before walking over to the fireplace. The necromancer started a fire within the fireplace, setting a few pieces of wood on it. The flames flared up after a moment, and Ayvajin walked back over and sat down on the edge of her bed.
The necromancer slipped off her boots before running her fingers through her hair to make her braids loose. A sigh passed through her lips as she looked toward her bedroom window.
It had been several days since she had last seen the king of the incubi. When she would go for days on end without seeing Lucien, she felt herself become distant with most others. It was as if a part of her simply was missing without the incubus.
Ayvajin truly loved Lucien. She was anxious for the day they would be married. He had purposed to her quite a while ago, and now she simply wait for their wedding day. |
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