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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Brother Shatterstone" data-source="post: 1416291" data-attributes="member: 13442">Brystasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Avenger/Favored Soul/Heartwarder)Brystasia thanks Conan one more time for the gift and kisses him on the check truly confused by his mixed signals and his actions, or lack of them, Maybe he’s not interested.   She frowns uncertain she believes this as the gift would imply other wise.  She walks through the temple looking for someone who can help her with the griffin as she sighs and loses herself in thought again, Then again with my past, and now Sandorel, it might be wisest thing he could ever do.She hides the uncertainty and sadness from her face as she approaches a new member of the temple.   In fact that she’s so new that Brystasia doesn’t recall brunette’s name, “There is a griffin chick in the courtyard, would you see that it gets the proper care, have Hestia help you, and have her inform me when that happens.  My Sune bless your way.”The Brunette’s brown eyes go wide as she was unsuspecting the responsibility of the task but she nods her head quickly excepting it, “Yes, Lady Brystasia and may Sune guide your way.”Brystasia walks to her chamber happy to be there after the busy and emotionally exhausting day.  She wonders again where Sandorel is and how he is doing.  A frown crosses her face as she realizes there is nothing she can do, To seek him out could be just as damaging as avoiding him.  I guess I’m left with pretending it never happened and if he wants to speak upon it he knows where I am.Her frown turns into a grin her turquoise blue eyes light up with joy and an audible shriek of excitement escapes from her as she sees walks through the door and sees the feathered phoenix quilt perfectly spread across her bed.  She shakes her head in disbelief as she walks over to her bed and gives a brilliant smile as she runs her delicate hand over the soft phoenix down.She nearly gives in to the urge to lay naked upon the quilt but with a quick look she realizes that she still has business to attend to as she looks upon the large sack on the floor out of the way but in plain enough sight.  She smiles as she opens it up and runs her hand though the many coins inside, Sune what a great day!Getting comfortable she slips out of her dress and into a soft and silky plum colored night grown.  She sits on the edge of the bed as she opens up a drawer and pulls out a dust covered box of dark wood.  Her hand absently rubs the dust off as she opens the box.  Soft music fills the chamber as she absently looks at the simple bag that is the only contents wondering what to do.  Hestia would know what to do.  She contemplates summoning her but decided against, It will still come down being my decision.Her decision made she pulls a black root from the brown bag and begins to look around for something to cut it with.  Finding nothing she frowns and proceeds to bite into the root.  Her faces prunes up into one of pure revulsion, she fights an urge to cough up the root and eventual shallows, Oh Sune!  Why is that so nasty? Looking to take her mind off the day she grabs her harp hoping that the familiar comfort will help ease her troubled mind.  She realizes absently that Hestia had unpacked it from her equipment and placed it on one of the shelves where she usually kept it. Hestia you’re to good to me.  I need to get her a proper thank you.  She settles back down on the bed using the sheer volume of pillows on her large bed to prop herself up.  She strums the harp a few times adjusts its pitch and then she hums along with the harp to warm and tune her voice.  It takes longer than normal to warm due to the yelling and arguing with Sandorel but finally its warm and she starts to play and sing a soft hunting melody about a love that was never realized yet was never meant to be that she heard in what seems like another lifetime from a roguish bard that claimed to have written it just for her.She plays and sings absently as reflects upon the day and waits for her company to appear…</blockquote>

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