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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tory Adore" data-source="post: 942765" data-attributes="member: 11152">Vych feels her insides drop at Carrick’s words, “shortly after your mother…” and reaches for the railing to steady herself, swallowing hard, and looking at Sabrina almost as if to draw her own confidence through the seemingly strong little girl. Attempting to hide the painful memory and unanswered questions his words brought to the surface of her heart clutching the cold golden rail, Vych looks down at her feet as a colorless tear drips from her left eye onto the floor never touching her cheek. Her steps falter a glide or so behind the duo. An acted smile breaks across her smooth complexion as she looks up to them in case they noticed her stride break from theirs.”Darn strap. It keeps slipping off of my heel, and it’s making my foot hurt. I apologize.”She pulls herself quickly together pretending to adjust the strap of her shoe and focuses her heart on meeting Carrick’s Sire. She hurries to catch their flow and falls back in step offering her hand to Sabrina.  <a href="http://home.attbi.com/~johnwarner02/Mono_Life_In_Mono.mp3" target="_blank">Mono – Life In Mono</a>If Vych’s heart were beating, it would have stopped upon seeing Maria Santa Lucia. Though more petite than the form the sculpture upstairs depicted, Vych could easily feel and see how her grandsire could command a room at the slightest blink or wave of hand. For the first time in her nocturnal life Vych felt very naïve and subordinate in her element, though she did not mind. Vych says in a low subtle sigh as she looks on with glazed eyes, ”I would humbly serve her forever if she would let me look upon her for eternity. Carrick, she is truly magnificent.”  Vych’s anticipation is almost more than she can handle, and she smells the warmth of her own scent rise and bleed into the air as if seeking to blend and become one with that of Maria’s. Vych clasps her anxious hands resting them together against her abdomen with a submissive smile gracing her moistened red lips awaiting her love’s introduction. She desperately wants everything to be perfect for this first meeting so as to make a favorable impression on her grandsire for Carrick, but Vych can’t help wishing, wanting to be him as Maria’s form left the bar stool. Vychtorya felt the slightest bit jealous of Carrick as she looked on.</blockquote>

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