Coupon for a Kiss

(27 Olaesta 5115: Ta’Illistim in the wee hours after midnight)

“Thank you ever so much!” she told him. He had given her a symbol of the Lord of Dreams to hold her chrism.

Looking at the sword symbol, she saw a beautiful periwinkle feystone already sparkling in it. That was such a generous extra touch. She practically beamed at him in excitement over this special gift. She replaced the symbol she had been wearing that was a simple piece of jewelry with this new one.

Impulsively, she tossed her arms around him with a hug. If she had taken the time to think about that first, she would have over-thought that hug.

“You’re welcome!” he told her, and hugged her in return. Then pulled a silvery paper out and handed it to her.

As she glanced at the paper in her hands, she saw writing on it, which read:


She stared at it, reading it again, and broke into a merry laugh at the situation. It was her situation, though, and she had seconds to decide what to do.

He just stood there, waiting. Maybe that was a touch of a smile on his face, though.

She peered at the paper again, mostly for effect, before she stepped close and planted a kiss on his cheek.

He winked at her and flashed a grin, and she chuckled again.

“I do believe that was … some kind of very clever trick,” she told him with a grin. His familiar was practically clapping.

He nodded to her in complete agreement.

“But you are not getting this paper back,” she tucked the paper away into her instrument case with a flourish.

“I’ve been saving that for months!” he admitted to her.

“Really!?” she glanced at him; she was still a bit off balance.

“So, tell me, why did you put the coupon into play tonight?” she asked him, because now she was very curious.

“I figured the timing was right,” he told her.

She smiled at him, and took a step nearer to him, taking his arm. She wanted to hear this story while she … recovered from the surprise.

“Tell me how it came to you, please?” she asked.

“I was at a merchant event, and she was passing out those papers. She asked what language I wanted it in, and I said elven,” he explained. “So she naturally thought I would be looking for an Elvenkind maiden.”

“What was her name? I should write her a thank you note,” she smiled at him, feeling a little mischievous.

“Eza, I think,” he told her, and smiled.

She had a clear view of his cheek now, and looked to see if there was any lingering color on it. Of course, there was not. What little balm she had put on her lips was hours gone. She glanced again, and decided she would imagine the print of her lips there on his cheek anyway.

Her cheeks colored at the thought, and she knew it was time to change the subject.




Author: GSBardess

A young bardess named Luxelle is currently learning her trade and hoping to one day make a name for her songs in GemStone IV. Follow along with her adventures in life and song.

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