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Krolaun stepped out from the tailor's room and I raised an elegant brow in interest as I took it all in. His sandy blonde hair was pulled back in a tail, with two twin tendrils tumbling in front of each elvish ear. His shirt was of loose, black silk that was open, revealing the elven chainmail beneath. Upon his left arm he sported a new, black glove of supple leather, it creaking softly when he moved his arm. My eyes continued their leisurely consideration of his new attire; wandering over the comfortably tight breeches of black leather that were tucked into black boots that were chased in silver. He took his cloak from the clerk and threw it about his shoulders with a flourish, smiling slightly at me."You, milady," he said, "Are not the only one who can turn a head."
I smiled and reopened the door as he paid the clerk, "It all depends on whose head you are trying to turn."
He offered me his arm, "Shall we go do some head turning, then?"
I smiled as I placed my hand on his arm, my green eyes sparkling mischeviously, "Oh, I'm quite sure we'll do that."
As we moved through the crowds of the Tybis Marketplace, every eye and head was turned to us. I know our attire had something to do with it, but i couldn't help but wonder if it had to do with the fact that I was a Tyberan and he was an elf. Outsider and Tyberan relations were not looked highly upon by our society; actually it was frowned upon, seeing as how Outsiders were not even permitted within the Borders of our land.
I did not let that spoil the afternoon, however. I had more important things on my mind. Bast had not contacted us all day. I wondered what it was they had planned for Shard and Sekhmet. I only hoped that it would end this with all the finality of closing a book. The book of a part of my life I wanted to lay to rest.
We entered the Palace grounds, and still no one brought a summons from Bast, so Krolaun led me to a small, ornate garden; the Queen's pleasure garden. He wandered over to a large expanse of grass, one designed for a small, comfortable picnic. We folded ourselves down onto that spot, he stretching out languidly, and I sitting beside him, my knees tucked off to oneside. He leaned back on his elbows, his forearms reclining on the grass as he closed his eyes to the sun, tilting his head back just slightly. I smiled, for he looked so at peace. The first time I'd seen him so since the beginning of this entire ordeal.
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