And now he was getting answers he wasn't sure he wanted to hear."Apparently a few month's ago I became aware of it," whispered Rayne, as she sadly loo...ed down at the floor.It was quiet in the room for a few moments, before Gail who couldn't take anymore asked, "What are you all talking about?" Gail, it seems at some point in our lives, as powerful mages, our aging will slow down. For Dad it was in his thirties, for Rayne it seems that when she reached somewhere about forty second season. For. She glanced at the clock and sighed. She had only five minutes left. After seeing what Mark was capable of, she didn't want to risk any of his wrath by being late. After drying herself, she pulled back on the sleazy French-maid outfit and brushed out her hair. She slowly opened the door and looked out. Mark was not in sight. She sighed and headed slowly for his room."Anne, come down stairs, please." The pleasantness in Mark's voice reminded her of a snake about to strike. But she found that her. ’ The man, who loved her, thought, ‘Rather than let my wife die, I should bring her some of the rampion myself, even if it cost my life.’ In twilight of evening, he clambered down over the wall into the garden of the enchantress, hastily clutched a handful of rampion, and took it to his wife. She at once made herself a salad of it, and ate it with much relish. She, however, liked it so much, so very much, that the next day she longed for it three times as much as before. If he was to have any. His skin that Steph could tell was tanned perfectly for her. It wasn’t too dark from too much tanning that most people mainly girls forget about, mainly people tan too much that they no longer look like they did. Nor was it too white from the lack of sun like other guys she knows mainly the ones that sit in front of a computer for hours on end to where they take off their glows and they naturally glow. It was perfect for Steph’s taste. She just wanted to nibble on the perfect tan god now.