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Chapter 11

They were alone. Finally. She took a deep breath and turned to face the
expectant half-elf, who already had opened a nice bottle of wine. Drinking
had always been a hobby of them both, and before too long they had gone
through a few bottles together. Hours passed there, and as Lasentia moved to
a seat on the bed a shard in her dress cut into her, causing her to swear. A
slight giggle came from Telene, "If it bothers you so you could simply take
it off." Lasentia smiled back over her shoulder at her, and slowly removed
her dress trying to avoid any more cuts. It was somewhat awkward, but at the
same time freeing for her, feeling Telene's eyes upon her. "As long as we're
getting comfortable..." Lasentia said softly and began removing most of her
armors until she wore only her cloak draped across part of her body.

She stretched out on the cushions in the room, as Telene came to lay near
her. They continued to talk, but the mood had changed. They both could feel
it, as Telene had become slightly more serious in their conversations. And
gradually Lasentia curled up next to her, feeling more at home with Telene's
arm around her than she had ever thought she could find in her life. The
sound of Telene's heart beating in her ear as they talked was overwhelming,
as if she could hear Telene's soul moving in rhythm with her own. She looked
up at her, returning her sweet smile as best she could. Her hand slowly slid
up Telene's back until she reached her neck and softly pulled herself upwards
to meet her lips with her own in a passionate kiss. It was blissful, and
everything she had ever imagined it would be, to have found her, and to know
Telene had the same feelings for her. For a moment she almost doubted she
heard the creek of the door as it began to open, but she and Telene both had
heard it.

Telene's hand went to her weapon, as Lasentia reached instinctively for her
blade and tensed her voice to sing. They may be unarmored, but whoever came
there would find them more than capable to defend themselves. And of all
things, a grimy little duergar mage walked in, and was met with the burning
glares of two women interrupted, and such was enough to make him quickly turn
and flee, knowing he had intruded upon them. Lasentia looked to Telene and
with a deadly serious tone said "Remind me to make that one suffer and wish
for death someday." Telene chuckled in response, but they both knew someday
they would kill him for this intrusion.

However, the moment had passed between them, but their new found feelings for
one another had not. As they made their way back to the inn, Lasentia's steps
were filled with a happiness she had not known since her time in the crescent
shadows. Her hand went to the moonstone clasp, and she smiled, knowing she
had been blessed this eve more than she thought possible.