Meliara wasn't happy. That much was obvious. Not that I really expected her to be happy. I had done all I could to ensure her transport to Renselaeus was comfortable, but I knew the young Countess of Tlanth wasn't going to be content until she was back in her beloved mountains. And even then she would still hate me. The force of her glare forced me to turn and face her. Wow. She really wasn't happy. Despite knowing that my court mask and drawl would probably just infuriate her more I began speaking to her with both intact. For awhile it seemed to be that she was getting a grasp on the situation. I avoided betraying my nerves by not sighing, much as I wanted to. It was going to take some very careful wording to convince Meliara of my position, now that I was ready to tell her that I too intended to bring down Galdran Merindar. I soon found out however, that my wording wasn't careful enough.
Meliara Astiar threw a candlestick at my head.
Thank heavens I have catlike reflexes.
DISCLAIMER OF LOVE!!! I am not Sherwood Smith and I do not own any of her characters of places or stories or anything. I don't even own her cat.