| "Well," Alessan laughed, bending to wet his comb... 66 |
[Feb. 15th, 2010|02:37 am] |
"Well," Alessan laughed, bending to wet his comb in the stream, "on the road we don't exactly have to keep up with court fashionsTilt a little this wayDo you brush it across in front or straight back?"
"Back, by preference Alessan's hands moved up to the crown of Erlein's head, the scissors flashing as they caught the last of the sun"That's an old-fashioned look, but troubadours are supposed to look old-fashioned, aren't they? Part of the charmYou are bound by Adaon 's name and my ownI am Alessan, Prince of Tigana, and wizard you are mine!"
Devin took an involuntary step forwardHe saw Erlein try, reflexively, to jerk awayBut the hand of binding held his head, and the |
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