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Saturday, July 31st, 2010

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    12:24a
    It always seemed to go this wayIf she could make...
    It always seemed to go this wayIf she could make them smile or laugh it would brush away the clouds like a wind, a springtime or an autumn wind, leaving behind the high clear blue of the sky
    Dianora wished, with an aching heart, that she'd known how to do that eighteen years agoFor her mother and her brotherFor both of them so long agoNo laughter anywhere, and the blue skies a mockery, looking down upon ruin
    Vencel, more awesomely obese every time she saw him, approved Solores's gown, Nesaia's, Chylmoene's, and then her ownOnly the four of them, experienced enough to know how to cope with the exigencies of a formal reception, were going down to the Audience ChamberThe envy in the saishan during the past week had been acute enough to produce a scent, Scelto had said wryly more than onceDianora hadn't noticed; she was used to it
    Vencel's shrewd eyes chloe bag bay widened from deep in the manifold creases of his dark face as he studied herShe had the gem on her brow, set in a band of white gold that held back her hairSprawled on his couch of pillows, the head of the saishan played with the billowing folds of his elephantine white robeThe sun shining through the arch of a window behind him glinted distractingly from his bald head
    "I do not recall that stone among our treasures," he murmured in his high, disconcerting voiceIt was a voice so utterly inconsequential that it might lead one to underestimate the speakerWhich, as a good many people had discovered over the years, was a serious, sometimes a mortal mistake
    "It isn't," Dianora replied cheerfully"Though after we return this afternoon may I ask you to guard it in my name among the other treasures?"
    Scelto's suggestion, thatVencel could be corrupt and venal about a tiffany heart tag necklace great many things, but not when it came to the formal aspects of his officeHe was too clever for thatAgain, a truth some had paid the ultimate price to discover
    He nodded benignly now"It seems a very fine stone from this distance Obediently, Dianora stepped nearer and inclined her head graciously to let him see it more clearlyThe scent of tainflowers that he always wore after winter's end enveloped herIt was too sweet, but not unpleasant
    She had feared Vencel once, a fear mixed of physical revulsion at his grossness and rumors of the things he liked to do with the younger castrates and some of the women who were in the saishan for purely political reasons, with no hope of ever seeing the outside world or the west wing of the palace and Brandin's chambersLong ago though she and the saishan head had reached their understandingSolores had the same unspoken chanel classic bag pact with Vencel, and out of the delicate balance achieved thereby the three of them controlled, as best they could, their enclosed, over-intense, incense-laden world of idle, frustrated women, and half-men
    With a surprisingly delicate finger Vencel touched the gem on her brow"A good stone," he said again, this time in judgmentHis breath was fragrant"I must talk to Scelto about itI know about such things, you seeVairstones come from the north, you seeThey are mined in KhardhunFor years and years I used to play with them as trinkets, a monarch's toysIn the days when I was more than I am nowFor as you know, I have been a King in Khardhun
    Dianora nodded gravelyFor this too was a part of the unspoken terms of her relationship with VencelThat however many times he might speak this wild fabrication of a lie, and he said it many times a day, in one variant or mulberry bayswater bag another, she was to nod knowingly, reflectively, as if pondering the message hidden in the grandeur of his fall
    Only in her rooms alone with Scelto could she give way to fits of girlish giggling at the very thought of the vasty saishan head being more than he was now, or at the subversive, deadly imitation Scelto could give of Vence’s speech and gestures
    "You do that wonderfully," she might say innocently, as Scelto dressed her hair, or polished her curved slippers till they shone
    "It is a thing I know about, you see," he would reply if certain they were alone, his voice pitched high above its normal rangeHe would gesticulate slowly, expansively"For as you are aware, I have been a King in Khardhun
    She would laugh like a little girl who knew just how naughty she was being, the more out of control because of that very fact
    She had asked Brandin about it balenciaga bag on

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