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25.Apr.18, 06:05 AM
As soon as someone entered the room Kelikki tensed, and noticed as F’drel did the same, stopping his pacing and coming to stand by her, looking every bit the escort. She was glad for Lord Jalazmar’s introduction — despite having served him a few times during his fostering, Kelikki could barely recognize the man.
“Good day to you as well, my Lord.” She said, curtseying politely. “I do, my Lord. I have been sent with a message from Lord Jimeridan regarding your upcoming wedding. Part of this message is a letter.” Kelikki said, gesturing to F’drel who had dug the missive from the inside pocket of his riding jacket as she spoke. He took a few steps forward and held it out for the lord to take at his discretion. As far as she knew, the letter was simply further personal correspondence that Lord Jimeridan hadn’t felt she needed to learn or were easier to put in writing, as well as confirmation of her words.
“The other part of the message, which I believe is also discussed in the letter, is that Lord Jimeridan’s wedding gift to you, my Lord, and your betrothed is myself and several other drudges from Nabol Hold to assist you in setting up your new household. The others will be sent when you are ready to move into your new home, while I have been instructed to remain with your Lady, if you are agreeable to this, as an additional maid and to help facilitate the move. My Lord Jimeridan remembers your time at Nabol fondly and hopes to make this important life step as smooth and stress free for you as possible, Lord Jalazmar. If you have any questions or further requests of him, Lord Jimeridan asks that you contact him immediately.” She recited, trying to keep her breathing even and not run out of breath with the sheer amount of words she had to say. Kelikki didn’t think she had rushed too much, and her voice was usually clear and audible. “F’drel here,” she continued, again gesturing towards her brother, “Has agreed to bring any response you may have for Lord Jimeridan to Nabol once it is written, if my Lord desires to send a reply today.” Finished with her spiel, Kelikki took a deep, steadying breath. “Thank you, my Lord.”
“Good day to you as well, my Lord.” She said, curtseying politely. “I do, my Lord. I have been sent with a message from Lord Jimeridan regarding your upcoming wedding. Part of this message is a letter.” Kelikki said, gesturing to F’drel who had dug the missive from the inside pocket of his riding jacket as she spoke. He took a few steps forward and held it out for the lord to take at his discretion. As far as she knew, the letter was simply further personal correspondence that Lord Jimeridan hadn’t felt she needed to learn or were easier to put in writing, as well as confirmation of her words.
“The other part of the message, which I believe is also discussed in the letter, is that Lord Jimeridan’s wedding gift to you, my Lord, and your betrothed is myself and several other drudges from Nabol Hold to assist you in setting up your new household. The others will be sent when you are ready to move into your new home, while I have been instructed to remain with your Lady, if you are agreeable to this, as an additional maid and to help facilitate the move. My Lord Jimeridan remembers your time at Nabol fondly and hopes to make this important life step as smooth and stress free for you as possible, Lord Jalazmar. If you have any questions or further requests of him, Lord Jimeridan asks that you contact him immediately.” She recited, trying to keep her breathing even and not run out of breath with the sheer amount of words she had to say. Kelikki didn’t think she had rushed too much, and her voice was usually clear and audible. “F’drel here,” she continued, again gesturing towards her brother, “Has agreed to bring any response you may have for Lord Jimeridan to Nabol once it is written, if my Lord desires to send a reply today.” Finished with her spiel, Kelikki took a deep, steadying breath. “Thank you, my Lord.”
