There was absolute silence for a moment, then his new bond spoke. "Maighstir, seo mi.1" He turned to find Heather standing in the bathroom doorway, nervously brushing her hands down the short thigh-length skirt that did little to cover her long legs covered in long black stockings. His eyes moved upwards to the deep scooped blouse that accentuated her form. She had a heart-shaped face framed by dirty blonde hair that fell over her shoulders, but her brown eyes held his. In those eyes, he could see the question, Do I meet your approval? Am I pretty?
"Ohhh, milis2. Tha thu breagha3." He whispered. The change in her was beyond description, and it was almost as if The moon came out from behind a cloud. He thought as he gestured for her to come to his side.
There was a hint of a smile as she gracefully walked across the room and knelt at his feet. Her voice lightened as if finding her courage, and she almost sang, "Does Maighstir find me pleasing?"
"By Lady Ananke, I do." His l…
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