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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 819107" data-attributes="member: 9167">Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite – The StudyWednesday 11th December, 2002Nathaniel's hand touched hers and Caitlyn could feel the warmth of her skin leech into his, affording it a bit of heat merely by contact and chilling hers in return to her heart but none of that appeared in the soft smile on her lips.  The poet's words came upon her again -- not conscience-calmed - but certainly damned as she had first thought.  And yet she did not want to let him go, only doing so reluctantly when he moved to pick Sabrina up.Her mouth opened almost in automatic response to Nathan's tone of displeasure, feeling  a sudden need to defend Sabrina -- perhaps a note of that song ringing in her ears and melding her with the child's own uneasiness pulling her so. But then suddenly Carrick Ashton was there and the music that rang with him troubled and exalted her all the same.  This strong music - this beautiful and beauty making power.Caught within the infectious song that rolled along the handsome features of the  man beside her, Caitlyn felt herself being pulled away from Sabrina's allure.  But unlike the sweet purity of the child's song, this man's, though beautiful, weaved within it the uneasy strains of the memories - strains that connected him with Vychtorya Farychyld gaze -- and tainted his desires.Yet she placed her slender hand upon his arm as she dismissed the thought, enthralled with his infectious song.  How could she think those things of someone who seemed so nice?  And yet it stung in swift strikes, darting in places when her mind wasn't occupied by Carrick's music -- reminding her that something was wrong."Yes, of course.  I'd love to accompany you." Maybe a drink is what you need to put your thoughts in order -- or maybe not such a good ideaAt the mention of Vychtorya's name, Caitlyn's fingers tightened on Carrick's arm as the terror began to roll over her in faint memory my name is Vychtorya... remember it...it would behoove you not to dismiss me thrice  Whatever color she had on her cheeks from thoughts of Nathaniel vanished."I don't believe she..."  Caitlyn could not bring herself to say that name for fear of the return of the memory of that awful gaze again."...shares that opinion."  Why did it frighten her so?  Her voice continued on unsteadily as she forced her mind to focus on something else -- on her cold feet.  "Please, could we go to the music room first? I left something there."  Her fear gave way to embarrassment.</blockquote>

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