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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Myth and Legend" data-source="post: 5179431" data-attributes="member: 82679">Lora had entered the building deep in thought. What did Vance mean when he adressed the scrawny redhead as m'lord? Surely, Lora was a m'lady simply by virtue of her being an actual female, rather than being a nobleborn lady. But Vance had shown that he does not respect those men who are far beneath him. He was not obscene, but simply knew what his noble birth offered and took it in full force. For Vance Valorn to show respect to Jareth, there must have been something else. Something that Lora did not know, and the girl hated not knowing something."You and I will have to talk later, my lord." Lora whispered to Jareth as the group entered what seemed to be a library. The stale air with the familiar scent of old leather bound tomes, the ever present dust in the air, and the smell of the century old wooden furniture made the girl reminesce of Mirella and her small cottage, and the years spent as the witch's apprentice.Lora's large blue eyes darted across the room with rapid, frantic motions, catching detail after detail for her very visually attuned artist's memory. There was a pompous looking man just standing next to a book case, throwing a greasy stare at Lora's chest and simoltaneously gawking at the glaive resting on the girl's shoulder. This required some impressive skills in staring, Lora noted in her mind. She also curled her lips, as she usually did, but threw a sideways glance at Vance.The young defender of Harkon Manor seemed the type to get jealous if other men looked at his... lady. Lora hid the amusement she felt and simply ignored the unfamilliar man. There was also a venerable, white bearded man sitting in an armchair, no doubt the Skazul Lora had heard about. He reminded her of Mirella, although the voloptious thirty one year old witch far surpassed this aged man in looks, yet both exuded this strange calmness and aura of wisdom.Lora's eyes darted at the nearest bookshelf - a red, cloth wrapped tome, thicker than the girl's extended palm. With gold letters it said "Summoning, gating and astral travel - Falagar's guide to the planes and their denizens." - this was a very rare tome, a first copy of the original. Lora could tell - Mirella had the same one, although she would never consent to letting her young apprentice read it. The girl gasped and touched the book with awe, forgetting the others around her for a moment. "Only four are rumored to be still in existence - Lora mumbled to herself mostly. - impressive."</blockquote>

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