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LaBelle lay still and silent, gazing up to the storage room ceiling...

Her last days returned in a wave of emotions, coursing from excitement, to trepidation. In this still moment and restful Hall of Paladins she knew that aside what things were to come, that there would be moments, more so than not to sit and reflect, and enjoy the company of one she had longed to know .

She leaned over the edge of the small bed, and felt for the enchanting booklet there rest. Touching it lightly she rolled to her side to look upon the sanded wall...

There had not been what seemed time nor place for her to get to know this the one she had sought so long ago to learn more of. Their comings and goings infrequent so much that even she herself had doubted they would ever speak of feelings. Alas this night they had. She chastised herself for having been less direct than he, but perhaps he will still know her feelings.

LaBelle turned to her other side and looked over the numerous boxes, trunks, and crates kept in the storage room...

It had been long since they first had met, her interest in he was from such beginnings. From such starts were moments of quiet comfort, and moments of noble advices.

She returned to her backside, looking once more upon the ceil...

Sighing deeply, knowing that only time could tell of such things, she reluctantly closed her eyes and allowed sleep to prevail. Pushing thoughts of he and what the future would bring aside. She slept peacefully, as could be told by the steady and deep fall of the rise in her chest with each breath.