Snippet #2018693

Another soul, another person, another face, alas another name. Relief flooded Alan's weak body as the soft, obviously a woman's voice, responded. He could hear the distinct sound of disgust in her voice as she introduced herself. Soon enough a petite lady stood before him chin cocked and a proud stance. She presented herself as Hazel, Hazel Edgar--how delightful. The combined candle light still failed to light anymore then three in front of either of them. With a slight bow and a gentle touch, Alan brought Hazel's delicate hand to his pale lips and kissed the smooth skin on the back of her hand. "Hazel? Quite fitting indeed. My Name is Alan Morris," Alan paused to flash a coy smile "But of course you can call me Alan." He removed his hand from Hazel's and tucked it into his pocket where it usually lays. "I say, you wouldn't happen to know why lady of such a class as yours is doing wondering in these halls alone?" The doctor question hoping to get the slightest bit of information.

Not that she would have such knowledge anyhow.