"We're going outside....in this?" her voice was filled with wonder and excitement. Without much hesitation Jocelyn slid her hand into Azazeal's larger one. She was hyperconcious of the warmth of his skin, it was a tangible, almost living thing that she only sought to wrap around her and find comfort in on this last night at the Chateau de Rochefort before journeying with her mother to the Fortunate Island.
Down and down the stairs she went, Azazeal's precense behind her seemed to bolster her and give confidence. Still, Jocelyn took each step cautiously, her heart pounding with the need to keep it quiet and to avoid discovery by either pf her parents or her mother's protege'Amarante'. When at last they reached the kitchens she peered around the corner, her hand still entwined in Azazeal's she peered around the corner. The only indication of any sort of life were the dying embers in the very large ancient cookstove that had been banked for the night.
Taking a deep breath and holding it, she momentarlily let go of her dear friend's hand and made for the door, making short work of the latches and focusing her mind on keeping the hinges quiet and silent as she did so. She could still feel the wwarmth of Azazeal behind her when she opened the door and made her way into the small space that was protected by the outcropping of a tower on the side of the Chateau. She pressed her back against the wall of the building and turned to Azazeal. Through the slick foliage just in front of the walkway was a path that was lit with small lanterns that led to the gardens below.
Biting her lip she looked up at Azazeal. "I feel positively wisked, you know," she all but let out a giggle, "I've never done this before. Taking a deep breath, she went out into the downpour following the path in her bare feet, the rain quickly falling upon her skin and hair, soaking her thin nightdress through. The thin pleated folds wrapped themselves around her form but Jocelyn de Rochefort was not the least bit mindful of how she looked. Turning to Azazeal, her eyes flashed and with the mischievous smile she now held a hand out to him. "Come on!" she coaxed, fully caught up in the impetuousness of the moment, "I want to show you the corner of the garden I've been working on!"
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Down and down the stairs she went, Azazeal's precense behind her seemed to bolster her and give confidence. Still, Jocelyn took each step cautiously, her heart pounding with the need to keep it quiet and to avoid discovery by either pf her parents or her mother's protege'Amarante'. When at last they reached the kitchens she peered around the corner, her hand still entwined in Azazeal's she peered around the corner. The only indication of any sort of life were the dying embers in the very large ancient cookstove that had been banked for the night.
Taking a deep breath and holding it, she momentarlily let go of her dear friend's hand and made for the door, making short work of the latches and focusing her mind on keeping the hinges quiet and silent as she did so. She could still feel the wwarmth of Azazeal behind her when she opened the door and made her way into the small space that was protected by the outcropping of a tower on the side of the Chateau. She pressed her back against the wall of the building and turned to Azazeal. Through the slick foliage just in front of the walkway was a path that was lit with small lanterns that led to the gardens below.
Biting her lip she looked up at Azazeal. "I feel positively wisked, you know," she all but let out a giggle, "I've never done this before. Taking a deep breath, she went out into the downpour following the path in her bare feet, the rain quickly falling upon her skin and hair, soaking her thin nightdress through. The thin pleated folds wrapped themselves around her form but Jocelyn de Rochefort was not the least bit mindful of how she looked. Turning to Azazeal, her eyes flashed and with the mischievous smile she now held a hand out to him. "Come on!" she coaxed, fully caught up in the impetuousness of the moment, "I want to show you the corner of the garden I've been working on!"