Post by Kahlan Lothair on Apr 16, 2004 20:40:28 GMT -5
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Bent over a map of the Kingdom she sighs as she hears a knock at the door..."Come in.." she says is soft sweet tones bearing the hint of a lilting Irish accent, though she covers it well. In steps a messenger and he slaps fist to heart and bows perfunctorily, "My Queen." He says reverently before continuing..."There is an emissary from a foreign land on the road to Emain Macha. What say you that we do?" She wondered vaguely why they always asked her these things...if they thought it an emissary would they think she would turn it away? Oh well, its better to be safe than sorry. "Let them in." She says simply and dismisses the messenger so that he may have the gate sentries notified in due time to keep from an uneasy passage through the gates. She smiles and stops a servant as she <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Exits her Study and asks that they set out a few novel items for food and some wine, water, and freshly brewed ale for drink. Hospitality is not overlooked in Ulster much less in the home of the High Queen. She was no petty person for sure. Long glistening blonde tresses dance in the light cast forth through a high window. She moves to her throne and seats herself there. She wears a long dress of a fine deep green, one of the dyes exported from the Isle of Avalon, and it fits her well exposing the slightly rounded abdomen she boasts. She is a full three and a half moons with child. Indeed it was a very exciting time for all of Ulster not just the expecting parents. She looks inviting and gentle...a thin golden band of intricate knots rests atop the shower of golden mane which <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Seems to lend to her a mystical appearance. She quietly awaits the entrance of the emissary and entourage in tow. It has been a decent length of time since she last had one come to her and she is actually excited for a break in the dull atmosphere. <E>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Exits her Study and asks that they set out a few novel items for food and some wine, water, and freshly brewed ale for drink. Hospitality is not overlooked in Ulster much less in the home of the High Queen. She was no petty person for sure. Long glistening blonde tresses dance in the light cast forth through a high window. She moves to her throne and seats herself there. She wears a long dress of a fine deep green, one of the dyes exported from the Isle of Avalon, and it fits her well exposing the slightly rounded abdomen she boasts. She is a full three and a half moons with child. Indeed it was a very exciting time for all of Ulster not just the expecting parents. She looks inviting and gentle...a thin golden band of intricate knots rests atop the shower of golden mane which <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Seems to lend to her a mystical appearance. She quietly awaits the entrance of the emissary and entourage in tow. It has been a decent length of time since she last had one come to her and she is actually excited for a break in the dull atmosphere. <E>