Temptations

[Niamh O'Callaghan]

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Laith thrived on riding the edge of what was acceptable. Her red hair was almost scandalously short without being objectionable, her gaze was warm without quite passing into lusty heat, and today her blue-green silk gown was almost revealing enough to cause a stir. The cut of the neck and sleeve, the tightness of the bodice ... it was all right up to the edge of what was appropriate without quite stepping over the line and giving people something to talk about.

Today the young wife of the elderly Chief Warlock was shopping. As the sun rose towards its peak, Laith headed to the Three Broomsticks for a light lunch, sending her maid home to make sure that the packages were being delivered properly. The tavern was crowded, but she managed to find a small empty table near the front window and arranged her self carefully so that she would look as attractive as possible, sitting in the sun and perusing a menu thoughtfully.