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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tory Adore" data-source="post: 856738" data-attributes="member: 11152">The scent of the elixir in the glass resting against her breast brought her eyes from the sculpture. ”Oh…I am…(sigh) I’m sorry Jemal. My recent thoughts have overshadowed my manners. Here you are. It is a personal favorite of mine – well as far as decantered goes, but I fear time does not permit other luxury for us tonight.” Vych says turning to him (seeming a little shaky) as she offers Jemal the crystal goblet with both hands. ”How do I say this so as not to sound like I am going out of my head?”Vych says as she starts to pace a bit using hand gestures as she continues, her accent becoming more noticeable,”I saw a woman downstairs…just before we came up here. She caught my eye, but…well when we got up here and you were asking me about the sculptures, the woman’s form over-laid the statue of Carrick’s Sire in my minds eye. It was almost a perfect match Jemal…perfect, beautiful. What if she is the guest Carrick sent the message about at your home? You know the guest that…that tends to be punctual? It’s early yet. I have at least 45 minutes. That’s not punctual, that’s early.”Vych paces a little faster back and forth playing with her fingers. Definitely appearing a little nervous now, which seems very unnatural and unfamiliar, her speech hastens a bit,”What if I messed this up Jemal? What if the woman IS his Sire? I am always confident and well prepared Jemal. Why do I feel like this?….Uhh...I need a drink!”Vych strides behind the bar, grabs a glass and pours more of the viscid liquid. She drinks it down much more quickly than a lady of her caliber and status would normally be seen doing. A small trickle leaks from the left corner of her lips, and she pushes the stream of nectar into her mouth with her finger, gently sucking it clean of the redness it had swept away from her flawless skin.”Jemal, I must get dressed so I can get downstairs. There is a small gallery of art for your viewing pleasure just outside my room if you’d like to talk to me while I get dressed. I could really use the comforting sound of your voice.”Vych feels the blood mix in her veins and control starts to come back to her. She closes her eyes, takes a false breath in letting it out as a sigh, and walks the long hall to her bedroom, taking a quick glance back over her shoulder to see if Jemal is following. Sasha had placed upon the bed a lovely bright green satin and chiffon dress with matching sandals; perfect for the evening’s steamy Moroccan feel. Vych thinks to herself, “I can ALWAYS count on Sasha for her exquisite taste, and she remembered to put my little red heart pendant and earrings out for me too.”</blockquote>

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