 What's Past is Prologue My girls know.. dc=LOVE
"Everything." She sighed. "I should have asked what to make, but all the same. The plethora is in the dining room." She focused on knife she washed, so she wouldn't beam and chuckle. Tallann hadn't been caught. She would have to find him later. Once she had a firm hold on herself, she looked up at Richard. And her hold slipped- she stared. The simple suit was... powerful, on him. She stumbled a step forward- he was a magnet- had a physical draw. And then, a sharp pain in her right hand- the blade of the knife dug itself into the palm of her hand, due to the tension of the hand that held it. "Imigh sa diabhal!" She cried, going to the sink and putting her hand under the running water, when she realized exactly what she'd shouted in her native tounge infront of her new master. her cheeks burned. "I'm sorry, sir, I don't know what that was." A feeling in her gut told her that he knew exactly what had caused her to lose her hold, but the rest of her body ignored it. Preposterous. |