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Arafel tells a sorceror masked tall man, "Journey onward."
> OOC -- Darlene says, "Got pot in microwave, will be afkish for next few minutes"
Lady Emeraude di Notte, Countess of Genoa
Mistress of Robes to the Queen of Italy
Reeve of the Italian Consulate
Persephone pensively rubs her short chin, "You're small like me... You can borrow something of mine?"
Levison confirms Persephone's words, "You are both in short supply."
Persephone slants her wide hazel green eyes to Levison wryly, "Youarebothinshortsupply"-mehmehmehmeh."
Persephone heinously mimics Levison's words with her voice.
Levison unsurely glimpses at Persephone, "Are you well? I believe the cold is affecting your throat."
Lady Emeraude slumps into a southeastern blood red velvet and dark mahogany button-tufted couch grumpily.
You glimpse at Lady Emeraude entertainedly.
You consolingly pat Lady Emeraude's left hand's backside with your smooth fingertips.
Lady Emeraude practically pouts at you.
Lady Emeraude squints at you suspiciously.
Lady Emeraude touches your tiny nose with her right index finger in Italian, "Why are you sympathetic? Hmmmm?"
You guiltily shift your bright golden honey brown eyes at Lady Emeraude's demeanor.
You tellingly color your cheeks.
You minutely capture your supple lower lip with your teeth.
Lady Emeraude squints more at you in Italian, "Mmmhmmmm. As I thought."
You pretend innocently in Italian, "What?"
You form your supple lips silently around your words.