Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Paganlorre came out of nowhere and sat down beside me. He threw his cape around my dripping body in an attempt to protect me from the rain, but it was lost cause. I was already soaked through and it suited my mood.
“I never did like this place,” Paganlorre said as put his arm around me and pulled me tightly to his side. “it takes the fluff right out of my feather. I hate that.”
Throwing my legs over his lap and hugging him tightly I leaned my head on his chest and sighed deeply. “Thank you.” I said.
As I allowed the hypnotic movement of his chest rising and falling to sooth my nerves my mind drifted back to when I met him. It didn’t seem that long ago. The moogles where hosting their annual Valentines Day event and Brodie and I were determined to play the game and take home the prizes.
We were enlisted to help the local town people find love by way of chocolate. How perfect is that? Anyone who knows me knows that I go a bit nuts over the smooth creamy confection of the Gods. I think I’d do almost anything when I need a fix which is almost always. A fact I try not to let get out for fear of abuse.
“Alison, don’t eat it!” Brodie looked at me with faults disappointment. “We have to figure out what to do with them if we are going to get that signed charm wand you want.
“But it seems like we don’t ever get it right and the chocolates go to waste. If they won’t appreciate it I might as well have a nibble.” I pleaded.
Brodie laughed loudly and fed me a piece of the broken heart. In my excitement to accept the morsel I grabbed his hand and eagerly sucked the bits of melted chocolate off his fingers pausing and looking up into his eyes only when the chocolate was gone. I blushed in embarrassment and gave him back his hand.
“I think you have a bit of a chocolate smudge there around your mouth. Allow me.” Brodie grinned as he turned my chin towards his.
“I couldn’t help but notice you two seem to be having trouble with this crazy event. I just finished it myself. I’d be happy to explain it to you.” A hansom Red Mage said smiling down on us.
He had wild blond hair jutting out from around his Red Mage hat. I couldn’t help but smile back at his warm face. He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he had just stolen my moment for a rare kiss from my Paladin.
I am a sucker for a Red Mage. Why you ask? Well even if you don’t want to admit you care you’re reading this so you’re going to find out. I find that Red Mages have a certain spunk that seems to unify them in their confidence that they are in fact very desirable in every way. If you need a man to take you out for a wild night of crazy fun then a Red Mage the man for you. Really the feathered hat says it all. I think it stems from how easily they get invites into experience parties as they are leveling. By the time they hit level 75 their heads are so big there is no living with them. It makes them a perfect target for a girl looking for a distraction. Sadly I don’t think even Paganlorre’s vibrant charm was enough to make me forget how betrayed I felt that day.
“Are you ready to go?” Paganlorre said breaking my day dream.
I nodded. I had enough solitude and I was grateful he somehow managed to find me.
“Seems like a good day to break rules.” he said as he put his broad feathered hat on my bare dripping head and scooped me up in his arms. The thought crossed my mind that if anyone saw me like this it would seriously jeopardize my reputation I was trying to establish as a tough as nails thief but I knew Paganlorre wasn’t going to tell and his loyalty wouldn’t waver from witnessing my moment of self pity.