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From: "Eris Reddoch"
>
> > When she's done she gets quiet for a moment, and then starts pointing
> > out details of the countryside, a vineyard, Tally Isham's summer
> > cottage, details that only someone intimately familiar with the
> > details of the land would know.
> >
> > "Ahh," Lysia says looking at the gate, "this brings back a lot of
> > memories."
> >
> > "Morg re-did the lights I see," she remarks to no one in particular,
> > "the flowers look nicer too since the last time I was here."
> >
> > She checks the glove compartment quickly to see if the remote is
> > inside but it's only a half hearted search. Lysia really doesn't
> > believe it would be that easy. After a moment she reaches over and
> > thumbs the intercom on the post and looks right at the camera, most
> > of her features carefully obscured by her hat and glasses.
>
> "Good morning, sianna, how..." the voice begins, then after a intake of
> breath continues, "...oh, it is Sianna Lysia! It is good to see you
> again Sianna Morgan."
>
> The front gate's lock opens with an audible pop and the gate begins to
> swing back allowing the car to enter.
>
> "Excuse me for not recognizing you immediately, and please come in."
>
> Lysia recognizes the voice as an old family retainer.
Lysia smiles, "It's good to hear your voice too. We'll be in in a few
moments, is my sister here today?"
She waits a moment for an answer before popping the car back down into drive
and heading in through the gates and down the treed drive to her family
house.
Lysia Jezebel David
