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Leshok Majere · Certifiable Joined: 05 Jan 2004 Posts: 1790 Location: Ohio

Leshok stood back and admired the hanging on the wall, the large canvas centered behind his writing desk, seemed to breathe color to the room. He smiled as he read the artist's name at the bottom and sighed sofly shaking his head, LaBelle had given him her first finished painting. He laughed a bit to himself knowing she had just recieved a few gifts he himself had gone to the effort of personally making for her.

Smiling Leshok thought of his bank box, filling with her letters and gifts, and of the chest he had given her, filled even more so. For even the brief moments they saw each other the night of the tournament, it made Leshok smile largely. He was shocked, pleasingly shocked of her public display of her support of him, giving him her sash and her bracelet to wear for the tournament. Such a strong gesture, yet most likely went un-noticed by all. His smile was larger seeing her still wearing his cloak and that she even had gotten other clothes to match the color of his cloak. He wondered if any questioned her walking around with a cloak that so openly showed the insignia of the Legion of Justice upon it, and upon the clasp of the cloak.

Never had he doubted the Lady's affections or intentions, but seeing her, openly in front of others still around him, did the paladin good in heart. To know she was not shamed of him and would openly stand next to him and support him, was a thought that raised his heart. Smiling once more to the beautiful painting with her name signed at the bottom, Leshok picked up his looking glass she had given him, and walked to his small balcony. The sky, it seemed remained ever clear since she left for Magincia, and he had no doubt, that tonight like any other, the pair would be joined accross distance by the stars they both gazed upon.
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After all these years, I'm still putting up with Kuja and Vaen? whats wrong with me?

"Fri Jan 14 20:07:01 2005 [08:45:38] Kuja: ghaahahahahahha...ha..h.a..... NOTHING TO FREAKING DO IN GAME GAH"

Some things never change even after 4 years...

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LaBelle set in the sands along the northern coast of the city. Next to her, tediously dyed verdure flats. To her hands she clasped a golden scope, pressed gently to one eye. Sand granules between her toes, titillating. She gazed upon the moon, enticed by what may lie into the shadows she could see clearly upon it’s surface, only through the glass. Mountains, seas, perhaps canyons, she did not know.

The Magnate’s youths had been about the town, in the crossing of walkways near the Inn’s front.
The bold one, Athlon, had expressed on previous occasion, his fondness for the lady Belle. She marveled briefly, at the child’ silver tousled hair, and intricate mask. The second youth approached, curiously, his hand unwavering from the wall to the edifice, until his brother stood aside him. As the boy approached the Paladin woman his nose twitched, and Labelle regarded the boy, apperceiving his condition. Amused, she listened on to their palaver, of sand witches, before moving along the way towards the mint.

By the time she reached the northern coast, the sky’s blue was deepening, and the vessels to the heavens begun to shine. Momentary, as she left the city to the outskirt shores, had the salty air overcome the smells that hung to the city. Since she had arrived there had been an odor, unfamiliar to her. Long walks along the shores in search of shells, she realized the attribution, was the vast amount of rubbish to the shores, city waste to the waters, the smell hovered upon the city. A society sophisticate, extravagant, advanced socially, wealthy, and wasteful...

She lowered the scope, and looked to her feet, lifting them repeatedly to allow more sand to past through the places between her toes. She mused upon starting another canvas. The first had taken months, and was solitary in color, only varying in shade. Perhaps some of the shells from the beaches would provide another few pigments after ground. Her hands were becoming callused, she would write Mia, to see about a topical that could relieve them. Writing, grinding, and the paints brush to her hand, were taking the softness from her touch.

She lifted the scope once more to the heavens, and looked to the side of the moon, slowly moving the scope in the area she knew his Lord Majere to favor, she found her mark. The celestial body she knew was greater in size then it appeared, for his Lord had so educated her. She pressed her lips to one another, reflective...Was her Lord of heart gazing the stars as well this night...