Snippet #5083

Aurelia did her best not to fidget as she awaited her father's words, either asking something of her or pardoning her to speak to Woulfgar. The barbarian was much larger up close and the shadow he cast in the candlelit room was even bigger. She was pleased that he waited so patiently, although she knew it was more out of respect for her father's presence than for herself. The room was growing warmer and a drip of sweat slid from Aurelia's temple down her face in a tear like streak. She used her hands and the golden tie around the middle of her robes to tie up the length a little, allowing some air to blow against the bit of slender leg that was now exposed. The slave who was sent to fetch Woulfgar was in the shadows, quivering slightly, eyes glued to the floor. What had that man done to frighten the slave so? Surely nothing worse than her father had ever done, but Woulfgar could definitely be an intimidating fellow. Being her ever observant self she couldn't help but notice as Vittoria slipped her way into the shadows across the room, followed closely by Spurious and she made a mental note to find out more about their exchange later.