<HTML><FONT FACE=arial,helvetica><FONT SIZE=2>"New dress and all… she does not want me to see it until she's ready."
<BR>
<BR>Kayla nodded with a smile, self consciously smoothing out her own dress. It
<BR>was not new, but she had only had perhaps one or two other opportunities to
<BR>wear it in the past. "Ah, I would like to see how she looks in something
<BR>other than leather leggings with a sword on her hip." She said as she shifted
<BR>slightly in the deep embrace of her chair. "So, shall we do this now, before
<BR>she summons you?"
<BR>
<BR>Muri glanced down at the long velvet case laid across the table with a
<BR>sheepish smile, "Well, uh, yes." His voice dropped an octave as he glanced
<BR>back up, whiskers angled back against his muzzle. "Who goes first?"
<BR>
<BR>"I guess I will," the skunkette volunteered after favoring the socially
<BR>ungainly male skunk with a cheerful laugh. She picked up the velvet case and
<BR>turned it in her hands, offering him the end. He took it gingerly with one
<BR>hand, his eyebrows raising as he felt the shifting of the contents. Once he
<BR>had a good grip on it, he felt around the long, slender lengths within the
<BR>heavy fabric for a few moments, as if trying to discover what it was before
<BR>opening the drawstrings at the end of the case. "You can open it." Kayla
<BR>giggled warmly, causing Muri's fur to rise and fall at the collar of his
<BR>shirt, his ears flattening back in a brief moment of embarrassment.
<BR>
<BR>The knotted end of the case was a simple task for his nimble fingers. Kayla
<BR>idly noticed that he had trimmed his claws at some point, and had them
<BR>polished to a high gloss. He raised the velvet and let one of the slender
<BR>shafts within slip out into his hand. She suppressed a giggle at the way his
<BR>eye ridges shot up his forehead, his ears coming up as he drew the separate
<BR>shafts into the light.
<BR>
<BR>It was, at first, quite a quandary to him. The detailed carving at the butt
<BR>of the thick shaft and the brass fitting at the narrower end with a threaded
<BR>hole in the center not immediately clicking home. "A staff?" he quarried as
<BR>he examined the end of the second length. The other piece had a screw set
<BR>into a brass fitting, continuing the taper of the thicker piece.
<BR>
<BR>"No, not quite."
<BR>
<BR>"Just two pieces of wood, then?" he asked in jest, his brows furrowed and a
<BR>confused frown crossing his muzzle. That is just what they were, two lengths
<BR>of stout imported bountifruit wood from Phil's homeland.
<BR>
<BR>Kayla laughed at that one. "Not quite," she said, her voice light with mirth
<BR>as she watched the male skunk's confusion working itself out. Her tail
<BR>swished about her ankles as she leaned forward, resting her arms on the edge
<BR>of the table. "Look at it a little differently; it's not a weapon."
<BR>
<BR>Muri's muzzle formed a grimace and he nodded, assembling the two lengths of
<BR>pale wood. "Oh!" he gasped in surprise as his eyes traveled up the length of
<BR>the entire shaft of the assembled product. "A pool cue!" His eyes widened at
<BR>the sight as he turned the shaft horizontally and looked down its length.
<BR>"This is a wonderful surprise, and it's balanced perfectly for me!" He looked
<BR>up at her, his eyes bright with his elation. "How, by all the gods, did you
<BR>know I used a seventeen ounce cue?"
<BR>
<BR>Kayla laughed. "I asked Copernicus."
<BR>
<BR>Muri held it close with one hand as he stood from his perch on the arm of his
<BR>chair and crossed over to give her a strong, warm hug with his free arm.
<BR>"It's absolutely marvelous."
<BR>
<BR>Kayla returned the hug, her tail switching out from around the legs of her
<BR>chair to pressed against the sides of his long pawshanks, "I am glad you like
<BR>it, Muri," she murred softly into the warm fur of his shoulder.
<BR>
<BR>Grudgingly, he broke the hug and retreated, leaning the shaft in the corner
<BR>of his chair as he walked over to a large shelf stacked haphazardly with
<BR>several thick, dusty tomes. Setting several aside, he lifted out a wooden
<BR>case from where he had apparently cached it for this occasion and carried it
<BR>over, setting it on the table before her. "I fear what I have created for you
<BR>cannot compare," he churred, his voice a husky rasp. He sat back on the arm
<BR>of his chair and picked up the cue again, running his fingers along the
<BR>length of smoothly polished wood. He had no idea what manner of wood it was,
<BR>either, for the grain was far too dense and wavy to be any wood he knew.
<BR>
<BR>Kayla stood from her seat and looked the case over. She knew almost
<BR>immediately what it was, for she had seen many, many such similar cases in
<BR>her many years. This one was highly reminiscent of the one her grandfather
<BR>always used with her. Alas, that set had been lost in a fire during the
<BR>Battle of the Three Gates. She unfastened the clasps, which she was rather
<BR>surprised to find made out of a polished silver steel rather than brass or
<BR>bronze. Opening the case, she laid it flat, her eyebrows rising at the
<BR>carefully wrought stone surface.
<BR>
<BR>"You created this?" she whispered as she ran the tips of her fingers across
<BR>the polished stone chessboard. The dark squares were of inlaid garnet, or
<BR>solid garnet where he was able to find a piece large enough, and polished to
<BR>a mirror shine. The pale squares were of milky quartz. Both minerals were
<BR>difficult to find, but quite common in the mountains surrounding Metamor.
<BR>
<BR>The male skunk smiled and nodded. "Open it."
<BR>
<BR>Kayla blinked, looking back down at the board. She had assumed by its
<BR>thickness that it was designed to hold a set of chess pieces, but had not
<BR>realized that it already held them. She grasped the satin tab on the closest
<BR>side of the board and lifted, the hinged chessboard folding upward in the
<BR>center to reveal a set of intricately wrought chess pieces of a pale rose
<BR>quartz. "You made these, too??" she gasped. She stared at the pieces
<BR>nestled in the gray velvet lining of the case. There was something naggingly
<BR>familiar about them, and she couldn't figure it out until she lifted out the
<BR>king.
<BR>
<BR>It was Duke Thomas!
<BR>
<BR>"How?" she squeaked as he found herself looking into the chiseled quartz
<BR>visage of the Lord of Metamor Keep. Muri leaned across and turned one hand
<BR>to her, palm up, flexing his fingers so that his polished claws caught the
<BR>muted light from beyond the windows. She furrowed her eyebrows at his hand,
<BR>then looked up at him.
<BR>
<BR>"I can work stone, Kay." He smiled, his voice soft and quiet. "I've been
<BR>working on these for a little over a month now, while studying the books you
<BR>see around you."
<BR>
<BR>Kayla was struck speechless, the detailed working of the stone not the work
<BR>of a master artist, but highly skilled nonetheless, fashioned by his claws
<BR>and nothing else. It was almost too much to believe. Looking down at the
<BR>translucent rosy stone figures she could only chuff in surprise. Muri
<BR>reached over and picked out the queen, holding it up into the light and
<BR>smiling.
<BR>
<BR>It was herself.
<BR>
<BR>The King's bishop was Raven herself, the queen's bishop Hough. The knights
<BR>were Saulius and Andre, with the king's rook being Misha and Rickkter her
<BR>own. Kayla turned the board to open the opposite side, finding herself
<BR>looking upon an enemy horde carved from dark black granite. The King and
<BR>Queen were human mages she could not identify, the bishops heavily robed
<BR>clerics. The knights were Lutins on dire wolves, while the rooks were
<BR>giants. The pawns of the enemy horde were Lutin regulars, no two alike,
<BR>while the pawns for the allies were various kneeling representations of Keep
<BR>denizens.
<BR>
<BR>"This is…" She placed one hand over her breast as she gingerly placed the
<BR>king back in its nest, Muri doing likewise with the queen, the representation
<BR>of herself. "I don't have the words, Muri, I just don't," she whispered as
<BR>she looked back up to meet his gaze.
<BR>
<BR>She then surprised the male skunk by wrapping her arms around his neck and
<BR>pulling him to her in a tight embrace. He actually let out a brief
<BR>animalistic squeak of surprise when her body collided with his. More to his
<BR>surprise was the fact that his own arms slipped around her mid back to return
<BR>the hug as she nuzzled into the soft fur of his neck.
<BR>
<BR>"Thank you so much for being a friend, Muri," she said, her voice muffled
<BR>into the side of his neck. "You don't know how much that has meant to me.
<BR>Thank you so very much."
<BR>
<BR>Muri blinked, taking a few seconds to form an answer. The tender embrace had
<BR>been about the last thing he had expected from Kayla. "Well... you're
<BR>welcome, Kay. But if truth be told, I should be thanking you. You were one of
<BR>the first people here to accept me."
<BR>
<BR>Pulling back a little, Kayla looked up at the male skunk with those vibrant,
<BR>still human, blue eyes of hers. "Naturally. We skunks have to stick together,
<BR>you know." And then she did the most shocking thing yet.
<BR>
<BR>She kissed him.
<BR>
<BR>It wasn't a large kiss, nor a passionate one; it was a small kiss, her lips
<BR>pressed against the side of his muzzle and her tongue drawing up in an
<BR>affectionate lick. Yet the... intimacy of the whole action absolutely stunned
<BR>him. When the skunkette fully pulled away from him he was unable to resist.
<BR>He bowed his head and shuddered as she ran her paw along the fur of his cheek
<BR>and jaw line, his arms slowly dropping.
<BR>
<BR>"Well, I think we both need to get back to our prospective loves, Muri. Thank
<BR>you so much for your gift. I'll find someplace special for it as soon as I
<BR>have the time."
<BR>
<BR>"And I'll... I'll be sure to make use of yours at the first opportunity." He
<BR>smiled, his black lips raising to show most of his teeth, as he tried to
<BR>quell the quaver in his voice. "Who knows? I may even beat Cope with this."
<BR>
<BR>Kayla turned back to him, her lush striped tail swishing against her skirt.
<BR>"Then I wish you the best of luck. You'll need it." They both shared in the
<BR>laughter. "And the best to you and your mink. I know she doesn't like me, but
<BR>I know what she means to you. Happy Yule, Muri."
<BR>
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