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#1 Borborygmus

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Posted 01 October 2011 - 02:37 AM

The book had been lying on one of the tables in the library when Tamsin found it. No one but Tamsin, her father, and Vizar spent time in here, so one of them had to have left it. It was not one of their collection, however. She knew every title in the modest family library, and this book was a stranger there. A small, leatherbound volume with no lettering on the cover or spine; it was carefully kept, but it had been read and touched so many times that the leather of the binding was soft, almost like suede. Curious, she sat down with it, and turned to a page at random.

Her eyes fell on a phrase. "To this day, the Spider has eight very thin legs. He never got any food that day at all."

Tamsin did not hide her smile. She was a little old for children's stories, but why should that stop her from reading them privately? And she was curious about the stories that Vizar might write down... she had recognized his handwriting, of course; his square, neat script was unmistakeable. The serious-natured Terrisman was the last person she would have expected to care about a story, and yet he had either saved or written this one.

She turned back a page or two to find the beginning of this particular story, and began to read. In a matter of minutes she was caught up in a fantastical tale of the Spider. Vizar had a gift for words. Under the spell he wove, she let herself go into the stories he told, finding the sense of wonder she had had as a child returning to the surface. There were several about Spider, which held her both fascinated and laughing with delight; she would not have put the book down for anything.

Tamsin read on. The next tale was different from the others...it was one from his own people, or were they all from Terris? Were they his original stories, she wondered, or just ones he had heard? She did not question this too much, but simply read for the pleasure of it. This one was about a Terriswoman, named Tizia...though these words caused her laughter to fade. It was not like the humorous Spider tales; this one spoke of the Terris breeding program, and the beginning of it made her feel that this would not be amusing at all. She was still caught up in Vizar's words, however.

It was when the voice changed that she realized what she was holding. No longer he - as if by accident, it had changed to I. I was such a naive young man then.

She read to the end of the page, as if compelled to do so. His script formed each letter and word perfectly, more so than the previous pages in the book. Vizar had taken his time to write this...it had been an act of love and care. This was his own story. This was the most important story.

Tamsin sat there frozen, the book still in her hands. She did not turn the page. She had not meant to do this. She had not meant to read his journal - she had thought it was only a book of stories, but this was intensely personal. She had seen directly into his past and his heart, had a glimpse of what was hidden there. Vizar was a private man, one who valued his secrets. Now he was vulnerable to her, and she wished so much that he was not. It was wrong to have done this to him.

She should have known it was private. She had recognized Vizar's handwriting, she had known it belonged to him, and yet she had read it anyway. Even the tales that had amused her so, those too were a private part of him, and she should have known.

She should have known.

She had to put this away; she would read no more of it - Tamsin closed it, gently, and set it back on the table in front of her. At least she could make sure that Vizar never knew what she had seen. She would never speak of it to him.

When the door to the library opened a second later, she rose from the chair rapidly, both hands lifting to her heart. Please. Don't be Vizar...

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Posted 01 October 2011 - 02:47 AM

When Vizar got a few moments to himself to study, they were nearly always interrupted by one thing or another. This time, Jansten had taken him away from his studying to speak to him at length about what a day it had become. The ash was falling particularly angrily today -- or so Jansten had commented. Vizar had learned to live with the pickiest man he had ever met, but sometimes it was trying. He never let that show. He was the perfect steward in every respect. He was calm, collected, and had knowledge on many subjects. They just didn't know his secrets hidden from the world, and especially from them. Any noble house finding out that he was a Keeper would certainly be the end of him. Vizar had not finished his research yet, and therefore had something to live for.

Once Jansten let him go, Vizar realized that he didn't know where his book went. A look of true worry came over his face as he scanned the room. He had been in three places before Jansten had called him away. He went to his chambers, to the kitchen, and to the library. His room was the last place he went before going to see Jansten so he would start his search there.

If he lost that book... He lost Tizia.

Vizar began to panic. He took deep breaths to calm himself down, but his eyes were filled with worry, and his stomach filled with lead. Vizar tore apart his room, trying to find the book to no avail. He didn't think he had brought it to the kitchen... so the last place it could be was the library.

When he got there, he saw Tamsin. His heart jumped to his throat and he was nervous for the first time since he was a boy. Instantly that nervousness turned to fear and anger, but he tried to hide those things. "Tamsin..." he said, hurt. He began to blush from the sheer embarrassment he felt, knowing she read a little of it.

He walked in and pulled his book from the table, not sure what to say. This was an intensely personal volume. Surely she had seen him carry it around the Landell's house with him. Surely she knew it was his... Why had she read it? What information about his past had she gleamed from its worn pages? Vizar wasn't going to stay around to find out. He adjusted his robes and nodded to Tamsin. "Good day." he said, before turning around and walking to the door. He would spend the rest of the day in the servants chambers. That was the only way to assure he would not run into Tamsin.


#3 Borborygmus

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Posted 01 October 2011 - 03:13 AM

It was Vizar; she had known it would be. Of course he would come back to the library to find the book he had left. He was looking for it...she saw his eyes searching for the book, and then they flicked from the leatherbound cover up to her face, and she saw the Terrisman's serene mask crack. Hurt and humiliation flashed through his eyes, and Tamsin wanted to look away in shame. If someone had been able to read her heart that plainly, without her allowing them to look, she knew she never would have been able to forgive them. She did not allow herself to look away, however; whether he was hurt, angry, or bitter, she would not flinch away from it.

He had regained his equanimity only a moment later, as he strode forward to take the book back. His voice held the usual tone of calm respect, though with perhaps a degree more coolness in it than it customarily did, as he bade her a good day, but Tamsin knew now for certain that there was far more buried beneath the surface than the Terrisman cared to show.

"Vizar," she said, stepping forward quickly; she instinctively reached out her hand to stop him from going, but stopped herself short of actually catching hold of the sleeve of his robe. He did not want to see her; he wanted to be away from her as soon as possible. Vizar wouldn't even want to hear an apology from her right now, no matter how much she wanted to say it. All the same, she said it, in a voice very low with regret, standing a short way behind him as he was in the doorway.

"Vizar, it was inexcusable of me. I am sorry."
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Posted 01 October 2011 - 05:00 AM

Vizar couldn't think of what to say. He didn't know that there was anything he could say to Tamsin that would make her realize the weight of her actions. She read something so personal, Vizar couldn't bear to even look at Tamsin in the face. He was red-hot with embarrassment and really just wanted to get away from her... in order to calm down. He needed to be alone in his room...away from anyone that could speak to him until he regained his composure.

"Tamsin," he started, as he finally brought his face from the ground and looked over his shoulder, sidelong, at her. "I need you to promise me you will never repeat the things you have read in this book." Even though Vizar was sure that his ego was bruised, he still had a duty to the Keepers. He needed to make sure his secrets were safe. "My life, and perhaps many lives depend on it." He swallowed his pride and hoped she understood what she had uncovered.


#5 Borborygmus

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Posted 01 October 2011 - 05:45 AM

Tamsin brought the hand she had reached out back to herself, and flinched at the sound of his voice. He still sounded calm, but there was an undertone to it now. She wished more than anything that she had not done it. She would not really have wanted to do that even to someone she did not care about. And she did care about Vizar; he was a friend, and she trusted him. If only he could have trusted her.

"I will not speak of it to anyone," she said, still in that low voice. "I give you my word, Vizar." His life itself could depend on it? Her mind flashed back, without her willing it, to what she had read. She had realized too late how much it would hurt Vizar, but she had not known any of it was actually dangerous. There might be other secrets, things she had not read, that he thought she knew about now. It did not matter, though. She should not have read any of it.

"I did not read all of it," she said even more softly. "I will try to forget what I did."
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#6 Vizar


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Posted 01 October 2011 - 06:39 AM

Vizar pushed certain things from his mind for the moment. He didn't think about his duties as a Keeper, specifically. He didn't want to shut Tamsin away from this part of his life just because he would be killed if anyone were to find out. He had nothing but Jansten and Tamsin to live for anymore... and his stories. He wanted to collect more stories, and Tamsin might be able to help him... if she was so inclined.

He put his bruised ego to the side, ignoring it and even his embarrassment. If she read it, there was one less thing he would have to tell her later, as long as she didn't repeat it to anyone she knew. "Don't forget it. All of what you read is important to me... I just don't need the whole world to know about it. I will be a dead man if anyone knows what I am." he said vaguely, not explaining much of anything. He didn't mention the Keepers, nor would he for some time.

"Tamsin, eventually I would have told you the things in this book. You are my closest friend. Although, I don't like the way in which you learned these secrets, I do not... completely regret that you know them." he chose his words carefully and spoke slowly and deliberately. He was out of sorts, and ready to hide in his chambers and pretend the rest of the world didn't exist. He wanted to read over his writing of Tizia to settle his mind. "Perhaps... someday I will explain what you have read...but right now, I'd rather be alone, mistress."


#7 Borborygmus

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Posted 01 October 2011 - 09:07 PM

Don't forget it.

The words came as a shock. She had expected - anything but this. She had seen that he was upset, she had almost wished that he would be angry rather than simply taking the blow, but she had never thought that he would react in this way. Tamsin's eyes went wide as he continued.

He'd never called her by name, much less called her a friend, and it was strange to hear him speak in this way. But it warmed her to hear it. It did not change the fact that she was guilty of a horrible invasion of privacy, but perhaps the breach could be healed. Perhaps he wanted it to be.

At the same time she was alarmed as he repeated again what was in the balance. Vizar would be a dead man? What was the secret that she might hold? She didn't even know what, if anything, of what she read could be dangerous. It should not have mattered, since she would not speak of any of it regardless, but she could not help her concern. She could not be afraid of Vizar, no matter what he was. The Terrisman was as harmless and kind as anyone she had ever known.

She reached out her hand again, this time to actually set it on the Terrisman's arm. "I understand, Vizar," she said. "I should never have looked at it at all. I didn't realize at first what I had...if I had, I would never have done such..." Tamsin should stop. She was not trying to make excuses, but she wanted Vizar to know that she cared about him, that she did respect his privacy. But right now, apologies were not what he needed. He needed solitude, as he had said.

"I'll go," she said finally, taking her hand away and turning to the door of the library.
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Posted 02 October 2011 - 08:45 PM

Vizar took a deep breath, calming hismelf. He would get rid of the journal. It was a bad idea to have it in the first place. What was he thinking? Everything could be jeopardized because of what Tamsin found out. There was no excuse for him to be so careless. He hoped that what she read would be partially forgotten. If she read about Tizia... That would be okay. That was a part of who he was, but the other stories, that was a part of history of the world that the Keepers wanted to have...sharing them with the world once the reign of he Lord Ruler was over... He knew he wouldn't live to see that day, but he would definitely be happy to have contributed in some way to the world. Vizar knew that stories he collected would be kept forever.

He didn't speak to Tamsin any longer, and waited for her to leave the room before looking at his surroundings again. He didn't know how to proceed. Jansten wouldn't need him for a while, and he would have the afternoon to himself. He wanted to go and perhaps clear his mind. He went directly into his room and closed the door. He put the journal underneath his bed. That would be the safest place for him to keep it for the moment. He would just leave it there until he needed to read about his lost love again. Pulling it out of his coppermind would be too dangerous, seeing that he would loose small parts of it when he puts it back in.

Vizar sat on the edge of his bed, unsure of what to do with himself. For the next hour he simply sat and stared. There was no use. Vizar wouldn't be able to keep any of this to himself. He knew eventually it would come out, so why not now? He wouldn't explain the stories, but he would explain about Tizia.

There was a sharp knock on his door. His head hurt, and he didn't want to answer it, but it was his duty. More important than his own needs. He opened the door to see a servant carrying tea. He tilted his head.

"Mistress Landell has sent tea for you, Vizar."

"Thank you," He took the tea from the servant and placed it on the small table in his room. "Could you do me a favour and bring me one more tea cup...?" he paused. "I also must ask that you return to Miss Landell and ask her to join me here."

He was sure Tamsin had never been to this part of the servant's area. "Be sure to escort her down to my room, so she finds her way."


#9 Borborygmus

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Posted 04 October 2011 - 05:20 AM

Tamsin left the library without a particular eagerness to return, for once. Not until after Vizar had left it himself, at least, and even then she knew she would not be able to return to her books. Her mind would not leave this alone, no matter how much she tried to; it was driven by concern over what Vizar was hiding that was so dangerous to him. She could, and would, protect him by saying nothing at all. But what was her friend tangled up in?

She also could not help thinking of the rest, either. It seemed wrong, when she had not been invited to see his heart or his memories. Yet her mind returned to the thought of Tizia. The Terrisman, like all of the stewards that came from his people, was a eunuch, but why should that prevent someone from loving? Love came in all shapes and forms, and there was no question that he had loved Tizia. But he had written of Tizia in the past tense. She was no longer a part of his life.

It left her feeling intensely sad for Vizar. He had called her his closest friend, and yet...

Tamsin could tell her father anything. He had been there to hear all her secrets, all her hopes, all her troubles, since she could remember. And somehow, telling him would make everything right again. The few times she had kept something back, it had ended up hurting, until she finally shared it with Jansten.The Terrisman must have been so lonely, keeping everything locked away with only that journal's blank pages to hear his sadness. He did not have a father. He had lost the person that he loved most. Did he even have any hopes or dreams? If he did, Tamsin did not know what they were. She knew almost nothing about him...and he had still called her his closest friend.

She wanted to reach out and help him, somehow. He had reached out to her, beyond all her expectations, when he said that he would have told her these things. But Tamsin knew that she should not foist herself on the Terrisman.

All the same, she wanted to remind him that someone was thinking about him, and so she called for one of the servants and dispatched the maid with orders to take Vizar some tea. A day rarely went by without the Terrisman taking several cups throughout, and it might help provide a little normality.

The maid returned a little while later with a message from Vizar. He had asked her to join him to take the tea in his chambers. Hiding her surprise - none of the other servants needed to know that there was anything amiss with Vizar - Tamsin rose immediately to go to him, the maid falling in next to her to show her the way. She had not been in the servants' quarters since she was a little girl and had explored the entire house with a child's nose for adventure, and she did not know where Vizar made his residence.

She knocked softly on the door before she entered, and called out, "Vizar? It's Tamsin; I'm here."
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Posted 04 October 2011 - 09:09 PM

Vizar sat for a while in thought. It would seem strange to many of the servants that the Lady of the house was taking tea in Vizar's servant quarters. He didn't think many of them would notice other than the one man he sent up to get Tamsin.

"Enter," he said simply when Tamsin arrived. In Vizar's room, he had a small table with no chairs -- very simple and close to the ground, The table could be stored underneath his bed, and pulled out when he needed it. He sat on the far side, closest to the wall. Vizar beckoned Tamsin to sit (unfortunately she would have to sit on the floor).

"Would you like some tea, Mistress?" he asked, a forced smile on his face. He wanted it to seem normal. He poured himself tea and Tamsin a cup, even without waiting for the answer. He prepared his tea and sipped, allowing the cup to rest before he spoke again.

He closed his eyes. "I... You read my entry about Tizia," he said touching the rim of his cup. He looked as vulnerable as he felt. He spoke it as a fact. He had seen where the binding was slightly cracked next to that page.

"She was a remarkable woman," he said, a fond smile coming over his face.


#11 Borborygmus

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Posted 05 October 2011 - 01:56 AM

Tamsin slipped in around the door when Vizar gave his permission, and closed it softly behind her. The table that Vizar was sitting cross-legged at was an odd little piece of furniture, not what Tamsin was used to at all, but she knelt down on the opposite side when he gestured her over, and then settled her skirts to sit down crosslegged the way that he was. She nodded in answer to his question, and took the cup in her hands once he had poured to raise it to her lips. The scent and warmth as the steam curled up was comfortably familiar; it was odd to be drinking it like this, seated on the floor in the small, spartan room.

Should she ask him to call her Tamsin? He had said it in that one unexpected moment, but now he was calling her formally again. Tamsin kept her silence, though, only listening to hear what Vizar wanted to tell her - she could see that he was about to speak, as the smile faded away from his face.

His defenses were down. Though his eyes closed so that she could not read them, his face was suddenly worn with old sadness as he mentioned Tizia. Even when the smile touched his mouth, it was still sad. Lord Ruler...Tamsin felt helpless. She did not know what to say, and she wanted to help. Vizar had been there for her so many times, in little ways - things that anyone might have thought were insignificant, but they weren't. And then at the ball, she would always remember the Terrisman coming to find her in the middle of all the chaos, and leading her out to safety.

Don't say anything. Let him speak.

She reached across the small table to rest her hand over the back of Vizar's spidery fingers.
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#12 Vizar


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Posted 05 October 2011 - 06:24 AM

It was a while before Vizar continued. He stared at his cup of tea for the longest time before he looked Tamsin right in the eyes. She was so young, but she wasn't the most innocent of women he had ever met. She wasn't vapid and empty in her brain...she had more thoughts than many adult noblewomen. It was a shock how mature the girl was for her age. With anyone else, he would be afraid that she wouldn't understand what he was going to be telling her.

"The people of Terris are bred," he said. "They use one Terriswoman to produce many sons... to create the perfect stewards, perhaps." Vizar knew the reasons better than that... but he decided not to mention it. He cleverly hid the truth in lies.

"Tizia was taken to be a Terris breeder. I found out years later that she had been killed when she reached the end of her usefulness. She was the love of my life, and I lost her because she was as they put it... used up." he finally said. "She... was a very wonderful woman. It is very hard to continue each day knowing she won't get another one...but being in Luthadel as your steward has given me ... something to focus on, Mistress." he said.

Finally a smile came to his face, a true smile. "That is why you are my closest friend... and I will never forget my time with you... whether it ends when I am too old to be a steward, or tomorrow." He smiled, knowing he'd be there for a long time, at least until Tamsin was married -- if she ever did get married. At this point it was doubtful.


#13 Borborygmus

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Posted 06 October 2011 - 01:15 AM

Vizar did not remove his hand from hers, and so Tamsin left it there, keeping quiet while he avoided her gaze. It took several moments of that silence before he looked up, his eyes full of emotion. He was silent for a little while longer before he began to speak, and Tamsin slowly became aware of just what unimagined shadows Vizar had in his past.

Bred to create the perfect stewards? Like horses, or some other kind of animal? The idea made Tamsin feel a little ill; the term he used next - a Terris breeder - was worse. She had never heard any of this...the role of the Terris stewards in their society was one of respect, or so Tamsin had always thought. They served, but they served with honour and dignity, and were honoured in return.

This was not honour...and it only became worse as Vizar went on. His eyes still lit up every time he said her name, though there was heartache there, too. And he had lost the woman who lit up his world for this, for nothing. Worse than nothing. The words were so casual, used up...not the way that Vizar said them, but the way they must have been spoken originally. How was he not more bitter at the injustice? How could someone even come to terms with a loss like that - and how could she possibly help?

Her fingers curled around the edge of his hand, to peel it away a little from the cup so that she could hold it.

"Vizar," she said firmly, and a little fiercely, "when you are too old for stewardship - which is a long time yet," she added, the Terrisman was not that old, "you will still remain with me. Unless you want to leave." She would not let him go when he was...used up. She would show him honour, and respect.

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Posted 07 October 2011 - 03:58 AM

Vizar allowed her to hold his hand, he let go of the tea cup so he didn't knock it over, and looked up at Tamsin as she spoke. Her words warmed his heart... He felt wanted and loved for who he was for the first time since he had fallen in love with Tizia.

"I have nowhere else I'd want to be, Mistress." he said, smiling. He gave her hand a squeeze and then letting it go in favor of his teacup once again. He sipped at his tea and set the cup back on the table.

"You might want to mention something about me feeling ill to one of the other servants... so that none of them wonder why you suddenly took tea in a servant's room." he said, smiling. He wouldn't want Tamsin's reputation to be compromised for him.

"I do... want to thank you for letting me explain."


#15 Borborygmus

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Posted 07 October 2011 - 06:08 AM

There was a smile in Vizar's eyes again now, and on his face - a genuine smile. Tamsin was glad to think that she might have put it there; she smiled back warmly, and returned the pressure on his hand before drawing hers back. "Tamsin," she corrected him quietly. Perhaps it was not completely appropriate for steward and heir to the House, but they were here sitting on the floor in his room. This was not a place for honorifics. It was a place for friends.

"They can wonder away," she added with a grin, "I do enough inexplicable things as it is. I don't mind shocking someone."

"Thank you for..." How did you thank someone for opening up, for caring enough to reach out to you? "...for trusting me, Vizar," she said after a moment. "If you would like me to hear more, when you're ready...I will listen. And I will try to learn to know Tizia with you, so that I can remember her as well." It was not right for the woman that Vizar had loved so much to be forgotten by everyone else.

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Posted 08 October 2011 - 01:48 AM

Vizar shook his head. Although, he would love to tell Tamsin everything about what she had read in his journals... there was no conceivable way. "To tell you anymore, Tamsin..." Saying her name seemed so foreign to him, but he did as she requested. "Would be to put you and your house in danger. I do not want to bring that upon you. Perhaps someday I will get to tell you all I wish to."

He paused and took another sip from his tea, finishing out that cup. "I can tell you anything about the way Tizia was, but I cannot speak of the things she did... or anything else that you might have glimpsed from the journals..." his gaze cast upon his bed, underneath which the journal lay. "I wish that I could, more than anything. If they were to be found and you were to be questioned... I want you to be able to say with absolute truth that you have no idea what is inside the journal other than meaningless stories."


#17 Borborygmus

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Posted 08 October 2011 - 05:04 AM

Tamsin understood what he was telling her; he was right about what he said. It would be safer if she knew as little as possible of anything dangerous, for Vizar's sake as well. It made her uneasy to hear it again - and to wonder what Tizia had done - yet she nodded in acceptance. Yet not acceptance of all of it; Vizar was very wrong in one aspect.

"I would not be able to say that with such truth, because they are not meaningless, Vizar, none of them," she told him, fixing him with a steady look. "They mean something to me. All the stories you told...the ones of Spider, and Tiger, and the others...I don't know if you made them up, or if you just heard them, but your words made them into something wonderful."

"And Tizia...Someone who mattered so much to you...I wish I could have met her. I can, a little, through you. Can you think I would dismiss that as unimportant?"
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Posted 08 October 2011 - 05:49 PM

Vizar shook his head. He hadn't made up the stories, but he couldn't likely tell her that. She liked the way he told them, which was good enough for him. He wanted to share them with the whole world, but that wasn't likely.

"If you do want to know more about Tizia, I can tell you. The stories need to be left alone," Vizar said firmly. "Even if she was important to me, I cannot help but feel like she was a piece of my past. It's hard to explain, but bringing her into the present will just be like pouring salt into a wound. I've never fully healed from them taking her from me." he sighed.

Vizar was getting tired. "Perhaps someday I will tell you more about her, but I don't think I can ... right now."


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Posted 08 October 2011 - 09:03 PM

Tamsin nodded, this time in acquiescence. She had not intended to pry things out of Vizar, not at all - it dismayed her that he thought she might have. "I'm sorry, Vizar. That's not what I meant...I didn't mean to hurt you. I just...wanted you to know I cared."

She looked down briefly at her hands, where they were folded loosely in her lap. "I will go away if you would like me to. Or I can stay so that you're not alone. You don't have to talk, I'd just...be here."
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Posted 10 October 2011 - 01:51 AM

Vizar smiled at Tamsin. As a friend, the girl was fiercely loyal, which was enough for Vizar. He was happy to have her in his life. Even if their friendship was one that probably shouldn't even exist. He was glad he chose the Landells... Or happy they chose him, rather. Either way, it worked out for the best. His face returned to its neutral position, neither happy nor upset.

"It is really up to you, Tamsin. We could go to a better furnished part of the house, somewhere you'll be more comfortable..." Vizar paused for a moment, still feeling strange calling her by her first name, rather than the formal way to address her. He tried to hide his discomfort in the familiarity. It was only out of habit that he objected to it anyway.

"I was going to read in the library until your father needed me again...Perhaps that would be better than spending too much time in my sparse quarters."






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