She was ten years old and had been head guildmistress for just over a year. She had a steely presence to her that made her a respected, but not loved,...leader. She was, for a docren, thin and tall, six foot, with iron grey hair that was pulled back severely into a ponytail. And her eyes were a piercing violet. It was said that she ruled the guild's governing body with an iron hand.Javum faced the section to the right of Krinan's and started to speak. The hall had perfect acoustics, no. It was now or never. I declined the wine saying that Harry wouldn’t let me have any more after what happened with his boss in the kitchen. This got his attention; he wanted to know what happened.Without realising he was helping my cause, Harry chipped in and said that we had all had too much wine and things just got a little out of hand. This was my chance, I said with the voice of innocence, “A little out of hand? Your boss made love to me while you held my hands.” That was it, I’d said it;. White walls downstairs, all windows upstairs. It looks like it was built in the 50s and not much has been done to it since.A sign near the entrance to the car park reads: “Studley Park Hotel”We move around the front of the building, looking up the hill at it – the angle and the lack of windows downstairs should make it look foreboding, but there’s something friendly about the place, welcoming, so we just feel like we’re at home.Then we come to rest on our host of the week ... It’s our. She liked to talk, and I was rather lonely.Of course the two sisters turned brothers look nothing alike now that they are no longer genetically related. Frank is rather handsome and as young as I am physically. He towers over me at six feet tall, but for the first time, I don't seem to mind the height difference. I surprised myself by stopping off at a shop in the mall and buying a skirt to go with a shirt I planned to wear. I could hardly wear a pair of jeans to a fancy restaurant. I even.