[h2] [centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria [i]Darya[/i] Romus[/color][/centre]  [/h2] 
[color=c4df9b][h3] [centre] Saturday Morning. Final round Armoury [/centre] [/h3]
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Victoria smiled, finishing her tea and seeing sun higher, she relised it was about time she found her clothes and headed back to find something she had not worn the previous evening as she had a dinner resavation with her dad, Half sister, Marla and Maxamillion at Centre Point she had completely forgotten a out in the haze of tea and a surprisingly good feeling about things, holding hands, ernough to make her forget she was not normal for a hour or two. 

[i][color=6ecff6]oh.... I forgot. Damn it. 

Can you drop me off back at my place, Old Harbour, the old warehouse apartments? Ummm I'm meant to be meeting my family, and some of marlinw are a hotel for lunch in centre Point. 

Sorry...  [/color][/i]

Moving her hand and pushing self off the stool carefully with a slightly unsteady start but quickly regaining balence using Milo as a handy support, 

[i][color=6ecff6]best breakfast I had in Sol city! 

I cannot guarantee you good coffee though in old harbour in return, and I share with my sister, but you welcome to visit me.  [/color][/i]

Kissing him thanks and walking back a idea came across but was blocked by her own nerves and sense, there was plenty of time to be cheeky and the many layers of protection built round her took someone a while to be lowered. Heading back to thr bed room she did not bother closing the door, not like she had anything to hide at this point and soon changed back into the 30's dress, coat and found her shoes and costume jewellery scattered about after some looking. 

Heading out she saw somthing she had not seen last time, no, it can't be, he was a blacksmith, not a gun Smith. Swords, railings, gates. Part of her going cold from the fear that her past might catch up with her again, she was not sure it was what she thought. Thete always was a chance to ask him later about it, when she was more composed and thought the issue over. 

Tying to mask her worri s about it, and trying to concentrate on posetives, least her walking stick meaning she seemed steady. She was not scared of weapons, she had seen too many from time spent with her father, Vika has become the ships daughter at times, even shown how to fire a rifle when she was in her teens. The fear of past events, and the press that had followed was the real fear. 

[i][color=6ecff6]I'm ready if you feel up to it. Or I can get a cab.?  [/color][/i]

Nervous for the future, why did it always seem to return to the same thing, though this time he gentinely seemed to understand her making the situation a every more complicated one. Though from her sisters text, they likely would both have a intresting story to tell. 


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