Sheryl had entered the Sanctuary in a flurry. She was, after all, rather excitable. Her blonde curls springing in a yo-yo like manner as her shoes smacked against the marble foyer floor. "Janie! Jaaaaanieeee!" Her fingers were clinging to no fewer than seven envelopes and parcels. "You've got deliveries!"
A few of the other girls came tumbling into the large entrance of the Scathachian home, just after the beach bunny herself. "Oy! What a wallop o' fuss, Sher." Though Janie's eyes, to be truthful, were dazzled by the sight of mail for her. Usually messages that came to the Sanctuary were addressed to Isuelt and were something of a more somber nature. But this" This was a treat.
"There must be like...five or six or seven of them here," Sheryl handed over the letters, careful not to drop any. "What are they?" Always the curious one, she was nearly frothing for Janie to open them right here and now.
"Dunno, sheila. Some of them smell good, though." Her nose wrinkled at a few of them, however, that seemed to be dunked in musk oil or the like.
Isuelt's voice was unmistakable, even when she was only chuckling. "I expect that our Nimue has a few admirers." Her graveled intonation was the perfect compliment to the wry grin on her lips. "There's a holiday around these parts that celebrates lovers and love just realized. It's also a time to proclaim feelings to those that you have been watching from afar. It's called Valentine's Day." A murmur of excitement when through the warriors that were gathered.
"I've read about this! This solitary day of love is celebrated in several cultures. In some, it's the only sanctioned day that couples can be married; and in a few cultures, it is the day when grand balls are held to promote relationships and courtship!" Sheryl's large blue eyes grew even wider at the thought of yet another culture phenomenon that she could witness first-hand.
Janie, meanwhile, was tearing through the papers and reading the love-sick notes and the names attached to them. There were proclamations of love, lust and everything in between. Some of the names she recognized and some she didn't. There was one, however, that had no name on it whatsoever. The surfer turned the delicate lace letter over in her hands, but there was no name or address on the back either.
"Who's that one from?" Sheryl's eager eyes tried to see what Janie evidently did not.
"Dunno, love. S'got no culprit's siggy." This intrigued her genuinely. Her sultry gaze washed over the simply verse once again: "Your hair is spun sunshine, you smile divine. I would die of pleasure were you to be mine." A slender brow arched at the prospect of who this could be from. And perhaps for no other reason than it was anonymous was this her favorite. With such a handsome script, who did this confession belong to' Janie's mind reeled and relished in the fantasies that this began. "What a brilliant, boomin' holiday!"
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A few of the other girls came tumbling into the large entrance of the Scathachian home, just after the beach bunny herself. "Oy! What a wallop o' fuss, Sher." Though Janie's eyes, to be truthful, were dazzled by the sight of mail for her. Usually messages that came to the Sanctuary were addressed to Isuelt and were something of a more somber nature. But this" This was a treat.
"There must be like...five or six or seven of them here," Sheryl handed over the letters, careful not to drop any. "What are they?" Always the curious one, she was nearly frothing for Janie to open them right here and now.
"Dunno, sheila. Some of them smell good, though." Her nose wrinkled at a few of them, however, that seemed to be dunked in musk oil or the like.
Isuelt's voice was unmistakable, even when she was only chuckling. "I expect that our Nimue has a few admirers." Her graveled intonation was the perfect compliment to the wry grin on her lips. "There's a holiday around these parts that celebrates lovers and love just realized. It's also a time to proclaim feelings to those that you have been watching from afar. It's called Valentine's Day." A murmur of excitement when through the warriors that were gathered.
"I've read about this! This solitary day of love is celebrated in several cultures. In some, it's the only sanctioned day that couples can be married; and in a few cultures, it is the day when grand balls are held to promote relationships and courtship!" Sheryl's large blue eyes grew even wider at the thought of yet another culture phenomenon that she could witness first-hand.
Janie, meanwhile, was tearing through the papers and reading the love-sick notes and the names attached to them. There were proclamations of love, lust and everything in between. Some of the names she recognized and some she didn't. There was one, however, that had no name on it whatsoever. The surfer turned the delicate lace letter over in her hands, but there was no name or address on the back either.
"Who's that one from?" Sheryl's eager eyes tried to see what Janie evidently did not.
"Dunno, love. S'got no culprit's siggy." This intrigued her genuinely. Her sultry gaze washed over the simply verse once again: "Your hair is spun sunshine, you smile divine. I would die of pleasure were you to be mine." A slender brow arched at the prospect of who this could be from. And perhaps for no other reason than it was anonymous was this her favorite. With such a handsome script, who did this confession belong to' Janie's mind reeled and relished in the fantasies that this began. "What a brilliant, boomin' holiday!"
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