Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on May 29, 2012 22:06:49 GMT -5
The blonde giggled. So this one was the hermit type, albeit a well bred hermit. Feliks pulled out his fan, he could feel a drop of sweat running down his back. The sun was just getting warmer and the dress wasn't helping. "I'm sorry, Mr. Edelstein, but this sun is making me wilt and I have errands to run." Feliks started to excuse himself; he bowed his head slightly, courtly manners showing.