Post by Aurora on Nov 17, 2006 12:30:10 GMT -5
"I did not steal that brooch. I tell you, I did not!"
Aurora seethed at the tall man, eyes of silver boring into his. Cheeks flushed, she fought at her temper, difficult as it was. To be called a thief, a liar, only because it had slipped free of her cloak, was an outrage. Why was this boorish oaf bothering her at all? Was it the beauty of the brooch? She was certain it would bring a great price in market, if she allowed him the chance to escape with it.
He paced before her, a gloved hand running through his silvering hair, the blue-green of his irises retracting as he considered her. Finally, he came to a halt before her, hand on chin, stroking the fine hairs of his beard as he peered down at her from his towering height.
"Perhaps you stole it and perhaps you didn't. But all of your items seem to have been stolen," he countered with a leer.
Fingers pressed together, Aurora lowered her head, mentally cursing him. It was true that her brocade gown of blue was in shambles after such a long, arduous journey on the back of a wagon. Again, she regretted her quick-silver temper getting the best of her. If she'd had Sunburst, this would never have come about and the fool would have believed her claim to be a merchant's daughter. With a snarl and a stamp of her tiny foot, she swung her head back up, staring furiously back up at him.
"Take me before the queen, sir, if you truly believe I've stolen this trinket. Or these clothes. Or perhaps you'd be kind enough to take me into the dress-makers which I just occasioned. They would vouch for me, I swear upon it."
For a moment, she believed he would take her advice and lead her to the dress-makers as his hand clamped on her arm. With a laviscious grin, he replied with something far worse than that.
"Oh no, my dear, if you prefer to keep your pretty bauble, you will have to win it back from me. And there's only one way to do that."
His fingers caressed over her cheek. Seeing that he was distracted, she jerked the brooch from his fingers, elbowed him in the gut and began to run, cloak streaming behind her. All around, shouts of surprise followed her. She didn't stop running until she'd come to a bar of sorts. Pressing herself into a small area of darkness, she watched as her would-be captor ran by her, then stepped out of the dark to brush at herself again and place her newly-bought brooch in a pocket.
Aurora seethed at the tall man, eyes of silver boring into his. Cheeks flushed, she fought at her temper, difficult as it was. To be called a thief, a liar, only because it had slipped free of her cloak, was an outrage. Why was this boorish oaf bothering her at all? Was it the beauty of the brooch? She was certain it would bring a great price in market, if she allowed him the chance to escape with it.
He paced before her, a gloved hand running through his silvering hair, the blue-green of his irises retracting as he considered her. Finally, he came to a halt before her, hand on chin, stroking the fine hairs of his beard as he peered down at her from his towering height.
"Perhaps you stole it and perhaps you didn't. But all of your items seem to have been stolen," he countered with a leer.
Fingers pressed together, Aurora lowered her head, mentally cursing him. It was true that her brocade gown of blue was in shambles after such a long, arduous journey on the back of a wagon. Again, she regretted her quick-silver temper getting the best of her. If she'd had Sunburst, this would never have come about and the fool would have believed her claim to be a merchant's daughter. With a snarl and a stamp of her tiny foot, she swung her head back up, staring furiously back up at him.
"Take me before the queen, sir, if you truly believe I've stolen this trinket. Or these clothes. Or perhaps you'd be kind enough to take me into the dress-makers which I just occasioned. They would vouch for me, I swear upon it."
For a moment, she believed he would take her advice and lead her to the dress-makers as his hand clamped on her arm. With a laviscious grin, he replied with something far worse than that.
"Oh no, my dear, if you prefer to keep your pretty bauble, you will have to win it back from me. And there's only one way to do that."
His fingers caressed over her cheek. Seeing that he was distracted, she jerked the brooch from his fingers, elbowed him in the gut and began to run, cloak streaming behind her. All around, shouts of surprise followed her. She didn't stop running until she'd come to a bar of sorts. Pressing herself into a small area of darkness, she watched as her would-be captor ran by her, then stepped out of the dark to brush at herself again and place her newly-bought brooch in a pocket.
