#* Molly watches as the coach leaves, tears still on her cheeks. Once the coach is round the corner, she smiles sadly at Morgan. < 04Molly > I believe I ought to return to the cottage and start the evening meal... It will take a little while, so you need not rush your work < 08@Morgan > I've mostly just been annoying the... 'guests' * Molly nods < 04Molly > I shall go now, and begin * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > I think I'll go brush down Xantha * Molly tries to smile, but doesnt quite pull it off < 04Molly > Until later then.... * @Morgan nods slowly * Molly turns, and goes towards the cottage. < 04Molly > **** A little later**** < 04Molly > The cottage is quiet to approach, the curtains in the kitchen open, though no sign of her through the window * @Morgan enters the cottage, taking off his sword belt and hanging in the hall < 04Molly > There is no sign of her in either the kitchen or parlour * @Morgan wanders through the cottage, checking each room < 04Molly > She isn't in the cottage itself * @Morgan goes into the garden * Molly is stood at the far end, by the blackberry bushes. Her skirt is raised up, gathered at the front. she strecthes up high to pick more berries, using the front of the dress to carry them. Her feet are bare, and being on tiptoe highlights the curves of her bare calves, up to the pale softness of the back of her knees * @Morgan coughs loudly * Molly turns around, skirt full of berries. It is held high at the front, a few inches above the knee. There is something very natural and feminine about her standing so < 04Molly > Welcome home... < 08@Morgan > thank you blossom * Molly comes over to him, careful not to drop any. Her lips are slightly redder from eating some whilst picking < 04Molly > are you well? < 08@Morgan > well enough I suppose... I see you're working on spoiling your appetite for tea * Molly blushes < 04Molly > It was only a couple... they are so very nice... will you? * Molly picks one up, holding it up to him < 08@Morgan > no, thank you * Molly smiles, and she has obviously recovered somewhat < 04Molly > too sweet for you, dear heart? < 08@Morgan > I'd rather keep the sweet things until after supper * Molly can't help but grin, even though she blushes hard < 04Molly > I wonder that perhaps you have not seen the possible connatations of such a statement * @Morgan smiles slightly < 08@Morgan > oh I've noticed them < 04Molly > But I would assume they were not quite your intention * Molly 's voice is even, neutral < 08@Morgan > perhaps... perhaps not * @Morgan grins * Molly rolls her eyes in mock frustration < 04Molly > I think perhaps it is not wise to hint at something you may not deliver upon! < 08@Morgan > given my intentions of marriage... * Molly stands upon her tiptoes and gently kisses his cheek, careful not to squash the blackberries < 04Molly > It seems like a great deal of time from now *she whispers softly* < 08@Morgan > oh? < 04Molly > Well I shall have to make supper, and the blackberry pie, before I can have anything so sweet * @Morgan laughs quietly * Molly draws away, and puts a blackberry in her mouth. She starts to walk towards the door < 04Molly > Best get started now... the sooner its started... < 08@Morgan > indeed * Molly goes in to the kitchen < 04Molly > Tea, my... dear heart? < 08@Morgan > please blossom * @Morgan comes inside * Molly sets the kettle on the stove. she empties her skirt in to a bowl, before looking down at it, huge reddish purple stains. She looks up at him < 04Molly > I hope they'll come out < 08@Morgan > I'm sure they will * Molly shrugs < 04Molly > I do not have time to change and rinse it now... it'll have to wait til after supper * Molly suddenly spots the possible connatation, and looks studiously at the table, cheeks scarlet < 04Molly > not that... I didnt.... that was not what I meant, not at all < 08@Morgan > no... I'm sure it wasn't * Molly flicks her eyes up to him, trying to decide if he's being sarcastic. she washes the blackberries in a basin, putting them then into another < 08@Morgan > so... blackberry pie? crumble, perhaps? < 04Molly > What would you prefer, dear heart? < 08@Morgan > crumble I think * Molly goes to the kettle, and makes two cups of tea < 04Molly > Perhaps whilst in Eisen, I can learn some other recipies you like? < 08@Morgan > I'll eat almost anything * Molly brings over the tea, handing his to him < 08@Morgan > thank you blossom < 04Molly > Aye, but I want to be able to make you wonderful things, things you will enjoy greatly < 08@Morgan > surprisingly, Maredudd came surprisingly close with the butters wort... < 04Molly > I shall ask him for instruction * Molly smiles broadly, and begins to make the crumble Session Time: Thu Apr 30 00:00:00 2009 * @Morgan sips his tea quietly < 04Molly > I ummmm... wondered how you felt about Evie's leaving? * @Morgan sniffs < 08@Morgan > partly relieved < 04Molly > Only partly? < 08@Morgan > aye... < 04Molly > How so, dear heart? * Molly continues mixing < 08@Morgan > we've been through a lot and if it were not for her, I would no longer be here < 04Molly > I believe I can understand that... though it did not work out between you, you were still very close < 08@Morgan > for a time, yes < 04Molly > And had you not been, perhaps our confidance may never have come to pass, and then.... *she turns to get the butter dish from by the window* < 08@Morgan > indeed * Molly brings the dish over < 04Molly > I am pleased that she has found a man who seems to love her a great deal... she deserves that happiness < 08@Morgan > that she does * Molly smiles softly < 04Molly > I believe it will not be long before she is wed < 08@Morgan > no? < 04Molly > He sent her a beautiful necklace, set with pearls... a beautiful gift, and one that speaks volumes about the feelings the giver has for its intended receipitant * Molly adds the butter to the mix < 08@Morgan > you think? < 04Molly > Do you not? * @Morgan smiles faintly < 08@Morgan > I did not say that * Molly looks up at him, puzzled < 04Molly > I am not sure I understand < 08@Morgan > no... I have that effect on people < 04Molly > Oh I have noticed that! No-one has ever confused my mind, and disturbed my emotions as you have! < 08@Morgan > its a special talent... it seems to quite upset the nobility < 04Molly > that is very true! Do you agree then, that Ayden's gift speaks volumes? < 08@Morgan > that remains to be seen, I think * Molly looks briefly solemn < 04Molly > would you be troubled by such? < 08@Morgan > no... she deserves some happiness... maybe it'll curb her violent impulses < 04Molly > I think that perhaps when she is settled, and has children, she will be much calmer... *she trails off, eyes thoughtful* < 08@Morgan > we can but hope < 04Molly > I doubt Prophet's Mass will arrive before they're wed.. I would even take a wager upon it * Molly grins, eyes sparkling playfully < 08@Morgan > I think I'll pass on that < 04Molly > I ummmm.... if invited, I would wish to attend their wedding... * @Morgan nods * Molly takes a tray, and begins to set out the crumble for baking < 04Molly > I would be away at least a week < 08@Morgan > I see * Molly looks thoughtful < 04Molly > I am not sure I could bear that < 08@Morgan > no? * Molly blushes, and turns to the stove. she speaks quietly, barely audible < 04Molly > I think my heart would break being away from you so long... < 08@Morgan > oh I dont think so blossom * Molly winces as in her surprise at him hearing her, she burns the back of her hand on the stove < 04Molly > It has been a great deal of time to be as we now are... leaving that, even just for a little while, would be very hard < 08@Morgan > it would not be leaving... since you would be returning to it < 04Molly > Perhaps... though I should imagine we shall be wed by then * Molly smiles softly < 08@Morgan > I'm rather hoping, yes < 04Molly > Will we be leaving for Eisen by the beginning of may? * Molly grins < 08@Morgan > something like, I should imagine * Molly sighs < 04Molly > then we really must speak to my family soon < 08@Morgan > quiet < 08@Morgan > quite* * Molly sucks the burnt part of her hand, moving from the stove to the table, where she pulls her chair to sit beside him < 04Molly > Perhaps tomorrow? < 08@Morgan > if you wish * Molly looks forlorn < 04Molly > What is _your_ wish, dearest one? < 08@Morgan > to have this arranged as soon as possible.... I do not exactly look forward to speaking with your father * Molly takes his hand < 04Molly > It is my wish, with or without his consent, and I will marry you, and be yours completely, for as long as you want mee < 08@Morgan > regardless, I must gain his consent... and I shall < 04Molly > Why must you have it? < 08@Morgan > because... it is _right_ < 04Molly > and you have it under duress if needed? * Molly kisses his hand softly, her lips lingering briefly < 08@Morgan > it is too important a thing to put down to threats < 04Molly > What troubles about speaking with him? < 08@Morgan > the fact I detest him... the difficulty he will cause simply because I am not Avalonian * Molly looks at the table a moment < 04Molly > Why do you detest him so, *she pauses* dear heart? < 08@Morgan > the way he treated you... his arrogance... * Molly blushes < 04Molly > The way he treated me is fixed, thanks to you... < 08@Morgan > no, it was proven to be unfounded < 04Molly > But only because you took me to Carleon... < 08@Morgan > thats as maybe... but it did not 'fix' what he did * Molly smiles softly < 04Molly > I doubt anyone would get away with such treatment now that... now. < 08@Morgan > indeed < 04Molly > I only wish I could understand how he could perceive me to be so untrsutworthy... why he thinks that I would so easily yield myself to a man < 08@Morgan > because he is more concerned with his reputation than the wellbeing of his daughter * Molly nods, eyes sad < 04Molly > I sometimes wonder that it would have been easier, had I done as he'd assumed, at least then I could understand < 08@Morgan > aye, but you didn't... which makes his actions even more unexcusable * Molly speaks distractedly < 04Molly > and if I had then.... *she sips her tea, embarassed* < 08@Morgan > do not dwell on it blossom * Molly squeezes his hand gently < 04Molly > I am glad I did not... < 08@Morgan > as am I * Molly blushes hard < 04Molly > Yet another statement that I have perceived things that are not there in... < 08@Morgan > possibly * Molly coughs slightly, and lets go of his hand. She stands < 04Molly > I'm sorry... I... I should start preparing dinner * @Morgan sips his tea * Molly goes in to the pantry, and it takes her longer to return than it should... eventually she comes back a little more composed < 04Molly > What thought you of Justicar Howe? < 08@Morgan > as I said before, he's as bad as I am < 04Molly > He seemed very eager to leave * Molly starts dinner, sipping her tea now and then < 08@Morgan > perhaps he realised that I would not be happy with his answer < 04Molly > i think it more likely he was keen to return home quickly for the news < 08@Morgan > perhaps < 04Molly > I think that is understandable... its a very dangerous business < 08@Morgan > giving birth? * Molly nods < 04Molly > Terryfing really... < 08@Morgan > no doubt < 04Molly > Still, it is unavoidable really * Molly suddenly looks away < 08@Morgan > it does crop up occasionally * Molly laughs softly < 04Molly > For my mother, that 'occasionally' was more a 'constantly' < 08@Morgan > well, idle hands... * Molly looks puzzled < 04Molly > I'm not sure I understand < 08@Morgan > that happens fairly often, too * Molly still looks puzzled < 04Molly > One day, I hope to understand your unending crypticness! * @Morgan laughs < 04Molly > you are far too confusing sometimes < 08@Morgan > so I'm told < 04Molly > I.... ummm... suppose I ought to now know the date of your birth... * Molly looks at him with a soft smile < 08@Morgan > early november < 04Molly > round about the time that... *she blushes* that we were in the monestary < 08@Morgan > indeed < 04Molly > and you would not wish it marked in some small way? * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > it has been fairly needless * Molly smiles softly < 04Molly > oh I dont know... it marks the end of another year you have survived... another year in which you've found a reason to live... < 08@Morgan > true, I suppose < 04Molly > though you would not have a fuss made, I hope you will allow me to do something special for you then... it need not involve anyone else < 08@Morgan > that is your choice * Molly smiles, putting the dinner in the stove < 04Molly > I only wish I knew when mine was... < 08@Morgan > perhaps with a concerted effort we can persuade your father to have a... moment of clarity of memory < 04Molly > I do not think they know... as common farmers, lives are marked by events occuring between the phases of reaping and sewing... dates mean little < 08@Morgan > true enough I suppose < 04Molly > I suppose I shall have other important dates in the years to come * Molly comes back to the table < 08@Morgan > we shall see, won't we blossom < 04Molly > I have a few already... * Molly smiles < 04Molly > Shall we go to the parlour, dinner will be a little while < 08@Morgan > if you wish * Molly leads the way, and she goes straight to the fireplace and begins to light the fire < 04Molly > How do you like living here rather than in the main house? * @Morgan follows on, placing his cup on a side as he passes < 08@Morgan > it takes some getting used to * Molly strikes the tinderbox, struggling for a spark < 04Molly > I think its wonderful < 08@Morgan > its unusual waking up and not being cold < 04Molly > Ahhh I haven't resolved that problem, these big beds are still a problem! * Molly manages to get the fire lit, and it starts to build slowly. She dusts off her hands and stands up < 08@Morgan > the room I surrendered to Lord Torrington is perhaps the coldest in the house < 04Molly > Mine was always quite warm... though perhaps I ought to have asked lady catherine if I might have swapped my big bed here for the little on I had there * Molly watches him, taking her tea from the mantel. She looks around the room, the two rocking chairs, and the two large armchairs he had wanted the only furniture still < 08@Morgan > that is your choice, of course < 04Molly > Do you think it seems silly and childish? * Molly waits for him to choose a chair < 08@Morgan > not particularly * @Morgan picks up his cup and settles into an armchair < 04Molly > It would be a great deal of work... and possibly not practical, in the long run < 08@Morgan > indeed * Molly looks around the room, and moves over towards him < 04Molly > I wonder that perhaps we need a couch... lovely as these armchairs are, they make it difficult to sit together < 08@Morgan > quite... though these last two years I've only been given to sit on plain wooden furniture * Molly smiles, and takes a cushion from the other chair, placing it by his feet. She kneels on it, looking up at him < 04Molly > I believe this may be the best solution to an impossible problem! < 08@Morgan > I think I'll set about looking for a couch soon < 04Molly > Perhaps... I would not damage the chairs by sitting on the arm of them... * Molly softly leans her cheek against his knee, blue eyes calm, pupils wide in the low light * @Morgan sips his tea < 08@Morgan > I think, also... we'll definitely bring some coffee back with us * Molly grins < 04Molly > don't tell me you've suddenly taken aversion to my tea! < 08@Morgan > no but my recent return to Eisen reminded me of my love for the coffee of my home land... * @Morgan lowers his voice conspiratorially < 08@Morgan > though the montaign profess a love for coffee, what they claim is coffee seems to me to be mud in a cup * Molly giggles < 04Molly > The coffee in Freiburg was lovely... Where might we find a suitable couch? < 08@Morgan > in truth I dont know... its been a long time since I've used one < 04Molly > I had that lovely red one upon the Rose < 04Molly > As long as it is big enough that I need not sit on your lap, I am happy * @Morgan 's brow furrows * Molly looks puzzled < 04Molly > What is the matter, dearest one? < 08@Morgan > in that case... I'm not sure I want a couch < 04Molly > Why not? < 08@Morgan > I rather like the idea of you sitting close enough to be in my lap * Molly looks up, but doesn't quite meet his eyes. Her voice is quiet, shy < 04Molly > All you need do is invite me to... < 08@Morgan > I would not wish to embarrass you < 04Molly > You would not embarass me, I would be pleased to see you return my affections so... < 08@Morgan > then please, stop sitting on the floor * Molly grins, and stands up. Her face is full of mock innocence. < 04Molly > Where would you have me sit instead, my *she hesitates slightly* my love? < 08@Morgan > well... I was thinking perhaps my lap, though... if you prefer, you could try sitting on my arm < 04Molly > You are not afraid I will hurt you? < 08@Morgan > of course not * Molly bites her lip, and moves towards him. she slowly and carefully settles in to his lap, her right arm behind him upon the back of the chair < 04Molly > I.... ummmm.... < 08@Morgan > you ummm? < 04Molly > I have never done this before... it is... strange... nice * Molly smiles softly < 08@Morgan > I'm glad you like it * Molly grins < 04Molly > I'm not sure we need a couch after all! * @Morgan laughs < 04Molly > It would save us money to just sit like this... and you know I am a practical sort of girl < 08@Morgan > that much is true, yes... though... I think we should get one regardless * Molly pouts < 04Molly > I suppose so * Molly 's eyes suddenly become thoughtful, and her breathing and pulse quicken < 08@Morgan > problem? * Molly 's eyes sudenly go wide, and she looks mildly ashamed < 04Molly > no, no, just lost in daydreams... * @Morgan looks intrigued * Molly blushes hard < 04Molly > it ummm... it doesn't matter < 08@Morgan > I shall not push you on it liebling * Molly 's pulse and breathing speed up even more at the term... she shakes her head slightly < 04Molly > I am very sorry... < 08@Morgan > sorry? for what? * Molly speaks softly < 04Molly > this... * Molly leans in and kisses his lips slowly < 08@Morgan > no need to be sorry for that blossom * Molly looks down at her hand < 04Molly > I worry that I am being too forward, too demanding in my affections and desire to be with you < 08@Morgan > no, not particularly < 04Molly > You would tell me, wouldn't you? < 08@Morgan > I would < 08@Morgan > this is too important for me to risk by keeping quiet if I am discomfited < 04Molly > I do not wish you to feel in any way that you can not behave with me as you wish... you could do nothing that would upset of discomfit me * Molly takes his hand, slipping her fingers between his < 04Molly > or* * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > It will take time I believe... < 08@Morgan > I think so * Molly smiles softly < 04Molly > It was never going to be easy < 08@Morgan > nothing ever is < 04Molly > This more than most things... * Molly looks solemn and thoughtful < 08@Morgan > indeed < 04Molly > Do you feel settled here? < 08@Morgan > more or less < 04Molly > Perhaps when you feel up to it, you will tell me the details of your trip to sudlachenburg? < 08@Morgan > you? * Molly moves her arm back to her side, and rests her head on his shoulder < 04Molly > Yes, I am starting to feel settled here... it is starting to feel like home, though I far prefer it when you are here! * @Morgan smiles < 08@Morgan > likewise... though I'm less bothered about being here alone than in the main house < 04Molly > Me too... though I find I go about my chores daydreaming still < 08@Morgan > that, somehow, does not surprise me * Molly grins < 04Molly > oh? then it probably does not surprise you that you are the primary feature of my daydreaming! < 08@Morgan > oh, it surprises me still < 04Molly > Why, dear one? < 08@Morgan > I suppose it still surprises me that I can be the object of anyones affections < 04Molly > Oh you most definately are the sole object of mine, much as it drives me to distraction and I think it'd be wiser if I did not feel so < 08@Morgan > oh? < 04Molly > I think that perhaps I am too smitten < 08@Morgan > then we are both damned my girl * Molly shakes her head < 04Molly > I doubt it is as badly upon you as me < 08@Morgan > I wouldn't be so sure * Molly smiles softly < 04Molly > It is the edge of madness to feel as much for you as I do * @Morgan sips his tea < 04Molly > I am sorry, I have made you uncomfortable < 08@Morgan > only slightly * Molly pinches her lower lip, eyes pensive < 04Molly > How so? < 08@Morgan > its been a long time since anyone expressed such feeling for me * Molly looks to the floor < 04Molly > I shall try and restraint myself a little more in future < 08@Morgan > only a little, blossom * Molly moves slightly < 04Molly > I need to see how the food progresses * @Morgan nods * Molly gets up * Molly goes to the kitchen, and after a few minutes returns. < 04Molly > It will be a little longer I am afraid * Molly goes back to the fireplace, stirring it to rebuild the flames * @Morgan sips his tea < 08@Morgan > I, uhhh... I was considering going fishing in the next few days * Molly sits on the rug, turned so she can see him, warming her hands by the fire, but there seems to be no real concentration on it, almost as if a ruse < 04Molly > That might be a nice break from the estate < 08@Morgan > well, it'll only be in tawstock < 04Molly > So you will be home in the evening? < 08@Morgan > oh, definitely * Molly smiles < 04Molly > I am glad < 04Molly > Are you hoping to catch something specific? < 08@Morgan > a fish, ideally < 08@Morgan > its a... falsehood... its a way to sit and think for hours... while having a perfectly good excuse for doing nothing < 04Molly > Thinking of what, dear one? < 08@Morgan > anything < 08@Morgan > or nothing at all < 04Molly > I wish sometimes that I could think nothing... < 08@Morgan > I fail miserably for the most part < 04Molly > My mind is too full of my hopes, fears... < 04Molly > What do you find yourself thinking of? * Molly looks at the flickering flames < 08@Morgan > I dont know it would be accurate... I've not done it for many years < 04Molly > thinking? < 08@Morgan > fishing... my thinkings usually consists of how to run the house and what I'll have to face next week < 04Molly > What you'll have to face next week.... all manner of odds and ends of work, followed by coming home to dinner and cups of tea I believe... * Molly smiles, and gets up, returning to kneeling on the cushion in front of his chair * @Morgan sighs < 08@Morgan > sounds tolerable, I suppose * Molly grins < 04Molly > well if it is not to your satisfaction! < 08@Morgan > like any good Eisen-man, I shall soldier on bravely < 04Molly > I am certain if my food and tea is not good enough, I can find other things that will make you happy to keep me here * @Morgan blushes * Molly sees him blush and a brief flash of puzzlement comes to her face < 04Molly > I seem to have upset you once more... perhaps I ought to go out for a little while < 08@Morgan > no, you haven't upset me * Molly shakes her head < 04Molly > then what is the matter, for you to react so, dear heart? < 08@Morgan > nothing, nothing * Molly bites her lip, brow furrowed < 04Molly > if you insist.... I shall just take you at your word * @Morgan nods * Molly very slowly, very hesitantly puts her hand on his knee < 04Molly > I hope that some day I shall not need to fear causing you upset... < 08@Morgan > I hope so, also < 04Molly > It is probably just a case of time... < 08@Morgan > I should imagine so * Molly 's expression is completely neutral * Molly sighs < 04Molly > I spoke to Mr Black < 08@Morgan > oh? < 04Molly > It was a little painful on my behalf < 08@Morgan > I see < 04Molly > I do not like hurting people, particularly those I cared for so greatly * Molly 's eyes fill with tears * @Morgan sighs heavily < 08@Morgan > if you wish to... reconsider... to follow your original affections, I shall understand * Molly shakes her head < 04Molly > I cold not do so < 04Molly > could* < 08@Morgan > no? < 04Molly > I believe its due to what I said that made you uncomfortable, so I dare not repeat it * Molly keeps her gaze firmly on his knee < 08@Morgan > I see < 04Molly > Plus, the time for which Horatio and I could have fallen in love, and had a life together has passed now * Molly sighs softly < 08@Morgan > of that I am glad < 04Molly > And even were it not, I wish to marry you, even if.... *she blushes* regardless of what can and cant happen between us * @Morgan looks intrigued * Molly catches the look, and drops her eyes once more < 04Molly > I... It does not matter... I am happy as things are, and I would no doubt remain so, in the future < 08@Morgan > we shall but see * Molly nods < 04Molly > I hope Horatio is not too saddened < 08@Morgan > he has a purpose in life... I'm sure he'll be ok < 04Molly > I hope so... I feel very guilty < 08@Morgan > you should not... he made his choice when he had opportunity < 04Molly > I feel a little like I owe him to follow up on the affections and attentions I once showed him < 08@Morgan > you owe no such thing < 04Molly > It could have been so very different, had he simply professed an interest before < 08@Morgan > indeed < 04Molly > Though I would still be on the estate, and still teaching... perhaps you would be hoping to marry another < 08@Morgan > no < 04Molly > no? < 08@Morgan > no < 04Molly > why, dear heart? < 08@Morgan > I dont think anyone else could have brought me out of the darkness * Molly stands and gently places herself in his lap hesitantly, waiting to see how he responds, andwhether it seems unwelcomed < 04Molly > It was not something I tried to do... < 08@Morgan > no, I know < 08@Morgan > which is quite probably why it worked < 04Molly > Es ist besser, eine Kerze anzuzünden, als die Dunkelheit zu verfluchen. < 08@Morgan > quite so < 04Molly > I believe that finding me, and taking me to your confidance was the lighting of the candle < 08@Morgan > perhaps... though, as I recall I did not exactly take you into my confidence < 04Molly > That is true, though it was accidental at first, later on it was intentional... I however took you into mine under a little duress.... 12 [ 4:53am ] 11ERROR 12 > 421: Unknown command: 11 ME'S * Molly 's eyes become thoughtful, and she blushes hard at the memories of that day < 08@Morgan > very true < 08@Morgan > though I rather thought it was more prompting rather than duress < 04Molly > I believe you told me that you would not have the house disrupted in such a manner... and then you followed me into the corridor and sat with me, stroking my hair and.... *she goes even redder* * Molly coughs slightly < 08@Morgan > see.. prompting < 04Molly > it was a long time ago... there is little point in my recounting all my thoughts and feelings at the time, especially as it would cause me shame and discomfort to do so < 08@Morgan > then I ask you do not continue < 04Molly > probably best... I would not destroy our future by my faults in the past < 08@Morgan > faults? < 04Molly > my silly thoughts, hopes... < 08@Morgan > such as? * Molly looks pained < 04Molly > can you honestly hear it, hear the way I felt then, and it not change things between us? Because if not, I dare not, _shall_ not speak of it, for this is too precious to me * Molly moves away a few inches so she can see his reaction, though keeps the rest of her body against his < 08@Morgan > I dont see it would make any difference... you did not pursue me, push me in any way * Molly bites her lip, voice lower, softer < 04Molly > But I care for you greatly then, wanted so badly to mean something to you, even though I could never be so important to you as Evie was... < 04Molly > cared* < 08@Morgan > almost ironic, isn't it? * Molly blushes < 04Molly > I wish that were the worst of it... * @Morgan chuckles < 08@Morgan > now I'm intrigued * Molly cant meet his eyes. Her voice trembles a little with an edge to it of something differnt than normal. The red in her cheeks is scarlet < 08@Morgan > you need not tell me if it bothers you so < 04Molly > I...I wanted you to take me in your arms, and to kiss me deeply... I wanted to feel your fingers in my hair, pulling me to you. I wanted to feel safe, I wanted the pain taken away... * Molly 's voice cracks, and a tear rolls down her cheek < 04Molly > I'm sorry < 08@Morgan > and... I think... for the most part... you have gotten what you desired * Molly smiles < 04Molly > For the most part, yes... < 04Molly > I promise, I did vow to purely be your friend, and nothing more, once I knew there was nothing but friendship in your attentions < 08@Morgan > I dont doubt it for a second blossom < 04Molly > good, I would not have you doubt my motivations... and as for the other part, the missing part, I would imagine that to be easily resolved < 08@Morgan > what is the missing part? < 04Molly > the ummm.... the bit with your fingers entwined in my hair to pull me close to kiss me deeply... < 08@Morgan > ah... * Molly smiles half-heartedly < 04Molly > another time perhaps < 08@Morgan > perhaps * @Morgan runs his fingers into her hair < 08@Morgan > perhaps sooner * Molly 's heart starts pounding, and her breathing qicken noticeably. She fidgets in his lap as the sensation send a shiver of pleasure down her spine * @Morgan brings her closer, touching his lips to hers * Molly gently wraps her arms around his neck, her touch tender and caring. Her fingers go to the nape of his neck, carefully and slowly stroking it. she very gently kisses him back < 04Molly > Just as the kiss is about to turn more passionate, Molly suddenly breaks away and springs from his lap.... there is a faint smell of burnt crumble... 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Ale, whiskey? * Molly finishes serving, and brings the plates to the table < 08@Morgan > some ale would be nice * Molly goes to the pantry and brings out an earthenware bottle stopped with a dark cork. She opens it, and pours some in to his favourite tankard. Puzzled, she notices the initials for the first time < 04Molly > I had not noticed the engraving before... < 08@Morgan > no? * Molly goes to her chair, rearranging bits of the table, still standing < 04Molly > What does it stand for? < 08@Morgan > its, umm... my great grandfathers initials... it was his tankard < 04Molly > Really? What was his name? < 08@Morgan > his name was Penn < 04Molly > That is very nice... There are some lovely Eisen names * Molly sits down * @Morgan sits down < 08@Morgan > it... it means commander * Molly smiles softly, pouring herself some ale < 04Molly > Was he a commander? < 08@Morgan > at one point, I think. < 08@Morgan > my girl, I think... that is blokners comfort which has something of a kick to it * Molly sips it, eyes going wide < 04Molly > it is... different... < 08@Morgan > I think the last avalonian to taste it said it was vile * Molly laughs softly < 04Molly > I could get used to it... it is not as nice as cherry brandy, but I have not opened the bottle I got in the village yet < 08@Morgan > it takes some getting used to, that much I'll agree * Molly sips it again, and then smiles < 04Molly > I actually quite like it... maybe I have a tendancy towards things that are strong and eisen * Molly starts to eat * @Morgan sniggers, and picks up his knife < 04Molly > I wonder, do you know the meaning of your own name? < 08@Morgan > I was told once... * @Morgan thinks * Molly watches him whilst eating < 08@Morgan > I know what yours means, though * Molly smiles brightly < 04Molly > Really? I would be very grateful to know < 08@Morgan > ironically enough... star of the sea * Molly laughs softly < 04Molly > A very beautiful meaning for what is at best a plain name Session Time: Fri May 01 00:00:00 2009 < 08@Morgan > with such beauty as yours, you do not need an exotic name to convey mystery * Molly blushes < 04Molly > I do not see myself as you do... < 08@Morgan > you need not... I adore you enough for the both of us * Molly bites her lip looking at the table < 04Molly > I.... I.... thank you, dear one.... I wonder, why was the meaning ironic? < 08@Morgan > because of your luck with the Rose, primarily < 04Molly > I see... I believe a decision must be made upon its fate soon * Molly continues eating < 08@Morgan > indeed < 04Molly > Perhaps it would be wise to resolve the issue with my family first... < 08@Morgan > quite so... though I have been giving thought to the future of the rose < 04Molly > How so, dear one? < 08@Morgan > well... no, I think it is a conversation for once I have secured your fathers blessing * Molly sips the blokners comfort, still not used to the taste < 04Molly > As you wish... Is your food alright? < 08@Morgan > its wonderful blossom * Molly gins broadly < 04Molly > I am most pleased to hear that * Molly becomes solemn < 04Molly > I believe I want us to speak to my family tomorrow morning < 08@Morgan > as you wish < 04Molly > It would give me some peace of mind... < 08@Morgan > then thats exactly what we will do * Molly smiles tenderly < 04Molly > I suppose it is that I need to feel this is definate.. that it is not some wonderful dream I am about to wake up from * @Morgan nods < 04Molly > I have awoken a few nights, and wondered whether it is real... and sometimes, I wake believing it is not... that can last for many minutes, and intense sadness that I can never place... * @Morgan eats some food < 08@Morgan > I hope my movements at night do not awaken you? < 04Molly > No, not at all... I usually sleep very soundly... I just dread waking those mornings and wondering where I am, and whether you are here < 08@Morgan > I think overnight there's a fair chance I wont be in the cottage * Molly looks saddened < 04Molly > You are still struggling to rest well? < 08@Morgan > I've not slept well for years... I'm more or less used to it < 04Molly > I had thought that perhaps...*molly shakes her head* There must be something that can be done < 08@Morgan > I wonder if its more habit, now, than problem * Molly smiles < 04Molly > Quite possibly... it must be very hard to sleep if you wake so often * Molly 's expression becomes thoughtful as she eats * @Morgan shrugs < 08@Morgan > you get used to it * Molly speaks quietly, distractedly < 04Molly > I probably will < 08@Morgan > oh? * Molly suddenly looks up, having not realised she'd said it aloud. Her cheeks redden considerably < 04Molly > I'm sorry, it does not matter * @Morgan looks confused * Molly smiles softly < 04Molly > I believe we are now of a shortage of something sweet... < 08@Morgan > I dont... < 08@Morgan > oh, you mean for dessert? < 04Molly > no? < 04Molly > oh.... * Molly giggles < 04Molly > yes, I meant for dessert... I am certain we cold rustle something up for after that < 08@Morgan > quite possibly... I may nip into the house and... acquire some dessert < 04Molly > I had not thought of that... I find I think of the main house very little nowadays * @Morgan nods < 08@Morgan > as do I... and... no, as I said, that conversation is for later * Molly looks intensely puzzled < 04Molly > You make me so curious, my love... *she stops herself from saying more* * @Morgan smiles < 08@Morgan > I know * Molly rolls her eyes < 04Molly > You are a tease of the highest order I believe! < 08@Morgan > I know that, as well * Molly finishes eating, and sips her drink once more * @Morgan takes a mouthful < 08@Morgan > I think... my time drinking avalonian ale has softened my palet * Molly laughs softly, and stands, washing her plate and cutlery in the sink < 04Molly > That seems possible < 04Molly > I think once you are finished, we could take our drinks in to the parlour, unless there is somewhere else you would prefer to go? * Molly 's back is to him, and she's grateful he cant see her awkward blush at the inadvertant connatation < 08@Morgan > ummm... I think... yes, the parlour * Molly washes her hands, and comes back to the table < 04Molly > I think perhaps if we see my family tomorow, we might walk the extra mile to Tawstock to look for a couch, if it pleases you? < 08@Morgan > of course blossom * Molly smiles gently < 04Molly > We ought to have one, for other people to sit upon... < 08@Morgan > indeed * Molly looks to the table to see if he's finished * @Morgan picks up the plate and puts it in the sink * Molly takes a step towards him, but appears to have a change of heart, and then she stands still, picking up his tankard, and the bottle < 08@Morgan > I think I'm going to have to bring some more of that back from Eisen < 04Molly > I can see I may well develop a fondness for it * Molly starts towards the door to the parlour, looking back over her shoulder at him < 08@Morgan > oh, I expect you'd be better suited to cherry branded * Molly shrugs < 04Molly > What I am suited to, and what I like best are not always the same... < 08@Morgan > but in this case I think it is * Molly smiles, and goes into the parlour, waiting a few steps ahead of him < 04Molly > perhaps in this case, I shall yield * Molly picks up the cushion she had put on the floor, returning it to the chair. She sets the tankards and bottle on the small table by the chair he prefers * @Morgan sits down * Molly moves towards him hesitantly, slowly. Though her bravado at making her choice clear was strong, she now loses that confidence. She takes his hand * @Morgan pulls her down into his lap * Molly laughs loudly, clearly both thrilled and shocked < 04Molly > Now that I did not expect, dear one! < 04Molly > Not that I am displeased, not at all! < 08@Morgan > of that I am glad < 04Molly > You can surely not have thought I might be upset? < 08@Morgan > truly I was not certain either way < 04Molly > Morgan, you could do nothing out of affection that would upset me or perturb me... I... *she stops, looking away* < 08@Morgan > you... * Molly looks slightly awkward < 04Molly > I... I count myself as yours already... therefore you can do as you wish to, with no fear of upsetting me * @Morgan nods slowly * Molly sighs softly < 04Molly > I seem to constantly say more than I ought to < 08@Morgan > no, I think not < 04Molly > I can merely hope it provides you a little reassurance that you need not be afraid of being too forward or bold < 08@Morgan > it does * Molly nods < 04Molly > good. I believe I shall have to wait and see the possible results! * Molly grins * @Morgan smiles * Molly reaches over, picking up her tankard and sipping from it < 04Molly > So, this something sweet... * Molly leans in and kisses him softly, parting her lips and touching the tip of her tongue to his lips. Feeling his part eagerly, she kisses him deeply, exploring his mouth, and feeling him explore hers in return. (mtf) < 04Molly > she settles closer against him, and after a few minutes she gets up the nerve to wind her fingers into the beautifully thick and soft hair of his ponytail. (need his reaction here really) * @Morgan shivers slightly * Molly pulls his hair gently, kissing him slightly harder. * @Morgan kisses back < 04Molly > they kiss and embraced for another half an hour or so, before she decides they'd be wise to get some sleep, ready for the task of the next morning. she leads him upstairs by the hand, kissing him again on the landing, before she whispers in his ear 'One day, I hope parting at night like this is nothing but a distant memory' * Molly watches as he blushes, and goes into her room. 'good night, dear one'