"It sounds very entertaining," Tommy says, smiling. "I think you would have liked Epicene Wildeblood, too. Let me see if I can remember any of it. Hmm, how about, "Epicene stood gingerly and carefully brushed pieces of thatch and mud off of his spotless cream-colored doublet before looking up and surveying the damage to the roof. "Using the stealthy approach, I see," a sweet, feminine voice came from behind him. "How novel. You're here for the diamond, I assume?" Epicene whirled, stumbled, caught himself and turned the motion into what he hoped was a graceful pirouette that carried him into the shaft of sunlight streaming in through the shattered roof. "No, dearest maiden," he said desperately, blinking in the sudden brightness. "I've come to steal you away and make you mine!" "Oh!" said the voice, moving closer. "You should know, then, that the Sword-maidens of Riem are sworn to belong to no man." At last the woman moved into the sunlight, and Epicene found himself staring up, up into a pair of dancing brown eyes. He felt a cold metal shackle close around his neck as the swordmaiden added, "You, however, may certainly belong to me.""
[sblock=ooc]Oh, god, we're making up romance novel plots. EternalSword, help! Save us from ourselves![/sblock]