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[Ditto Armunn]

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*Armunn Keep*

The kitchen door closed behind her with a solid 'thud'.
Ditto turned around in protest as she heard the lock being set in place. Irritated at being tossed again out of her own kitchen, she kicked the door uselessly and yelled to the cook inside, "But it was just a teensy fire! Jujual, we can buy you more shoes!"

No response, and so, the five foot Lady of Dark Cove, went along her way. The throne room downstairs was abuzz with activity and she went, unnoticed around a corner, found the latest rune book she'd been working on, and sat down on the floor in the corner to finish her chore with it. Imryrr had wanted the rune library finished by now, but Ditto had chosen to stay near Taro, more for her own safety than his, or she was out socializing, and so, had little time for such a boring thing as work. Her daughter though, had been making socializing harder for her lately. Restricting her movements to certain places and giving her "busy" work to keep her mother out of her way. But now, Ditto had about had enough with all of that. Her energies had been drained with her recent ordeals surrounding Tarothin, her husband. Allowed time to rest and regain herself, she was now a very dangerous thing for the Dark Order. She was bored.

Today was a little different though she could not say why. Tarothin was roaming the Keep a little more than usual, and Ditto was enjoying watching her daughter's attempts at avoiding her father. Tarothin, too, seemed to be enjoying it. Standing closely by Imryrr at times when she'd be speaking to someone, dwarfing her natural tallness with his immense size. Imryrr was also quite agile yet the stiffness in her legs , brought on by a wraith attack, still lingered, and Taro was either very lucky or very studious of just where to stand to make it extremely difficult for his daughter to move around him. It almost looked like a dance at times. A dance for domination. A dance that Ditto quietly watched from her little corner, still sitting on the floor.


Imryrr knew he was there beside her again. How could she not know. Her father was the largest thing in the throne room. But she pretended she did not notice his presence at first, hoping he would just wonder off. But he didn't. He just stood there. Looming over her. Watching the activity of the troops in the room. Not wishing to be in his shadow anymore, Imryrr stepped away, though it was difficult to move without showing her weakness in her legs. She brought her cold, white eyes up to look at her father's face. The face of a daemon. "Yes?"

He spoke to her briefly, telling her what he required of her to get that which would allow him better physical training. Imryrr was insulted by this. She was no house servant. Had he been anyone else, there would already be blood spilling on the floor. She had intense respect though, for her father, and something he was saying also stilled her hand and her voice. She couldn't quite tell if it was his words or the clarity in his eyes as he spoke. Could it be possible that he was beginning to...heal ....from his insanity? But....was he playing more games with her? That too was a possibility. She'd accomodate his request for now and allow herself a few moments of composure away from him. Allow her time to figure out what he was about. For right now, it was only HE that could threaten her command of the Dark Order.


Ditto wondered if Imy knew how monumental that small conversation had been. A Tarothin, feeling threatened by some wraith implanted dream, would never had admitted to feeling the slightest bit weakened, but a Tarothin, comfortable in his surroundings and talking to the apple of his eye...just might. And he did. He mentioned, just so slightly, that he not only needed to regain his strength through training, but he also, went to her directly for help in doing it. It was such a small thing. The importance of it easily missed by most.

Making sure no one was watching, Ditto reached into the cleavage of her dress and brought out a small, folded parchment and clasped it tightly in her delicate hand. Tarothin, her Dark Lord, without knowing, had given her the signal she'd waited for since his return.

What would happen next...possibly including the future of the Dark Order, was about to be in his hands.

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The Dark Lady, Ditto Armunn, D|O -(hawk# 232286048 )
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Quote: "Oh Great! First I get stabbed and now I'm bleeding!" - Ditto
[quote="Tarothin Armunn"]I know and I have mood swings like a pregnant woman at times. :/ I'm very random.[/quote]