Kelt Simoson
Feb 11th, 2003, 02:41:26 PM
' Miss Goldberry..' He began walking steadily down the hall of the living quarters 'Will you do- No no - Would you like?, err no. How would you like to come with me to the fance, i mean dance' Kelt shook his head and sighed quietly, nothing would be more terrible than to get to her door and sound like a drowning fish when trying to ask her. However perhaps in her presence he would feel at ease and would feel less nervous..although he doubted it.
In Kelts hand was a slip of paper on which he had wrote Lilyas door number, following the drawn directions he eventually reached door number 16, he built up a quick burst of courage and quickly knocked on the door, perhaps hoping she wouldn't hear so he could scamper off and try to rebuild his courage. But alas it was not to be true, the door quickly swung open and Kelt quickly looked to the floor and began what he wanted to say.
'Miss Goldberry, i have been trying to say this for a long while now and i hope you do not take it the wrong way. ' The padawan said moving his foot around nervously.' Would you do me the honor of attending the Jedi party with me, it would be a joy to have your presence at my side...'
' It would be a joy YOUNG MAN!!. hehe you make me blush!!..' A crackly old voice said and to Kelts horror and old lady stood in the door way a cane holding her up right. Before he could say anything the old lady had stepped from the doorway and had clung to his arm, she looked like a cleaning lady with her apron and her paper hat.
' Err, miss i think i have the wrong, the err yeah wrong person, i think i will be going and i must say you do a find job with the clearing, that you...' Kelt un clipped himself from the old lady and moved swiftly down the hall away from her towards his own apartment, he thought for a moment, stopping in the middle of the corridor, he turned the slip of paper the other way around to read it was 19, not 16. He sighed quietly and moved towards number 19 only a few up from him, composed himself and knocked on he door.
In Kelts hand was a slip of paper on which he had wrote Lilyas door number, following the drawn directions he eventually reached door number 16, he built up a quick burst of courage and quickly knocked on the door, perhaps hoping she wouldn't hear so he could scamper off and try to rebuild his courage. But alas it was not to be true, the door quickly swung open and Kelt quickly looked to the floor and began what he wanted to say.
'Miss Goldberry, i have been trying to say this for a long while now and i hope you do not take it the wrong way. ' The padawan said moving his foot around nervously.' Would you do me the honor of attending the Jedi party with me, it would be a joy to have your presence at my side...'
' It would be a joy YOUNG MAN!!. hehe you make me blush!!..' A crackly old voice said and to Kelts horror and old lady stood in the door way a cane holding her up right. Before he could say anything the old lady had stepped from the doorway and had clung to his arm, she looked like a cleaning lady with her apron and her paper hat.
' Err, miss i think i have the wrong, the err yeah wrong person, i think i will be going and i must say you do a find job with the clearing, that you...' Kelt un clipped himself from the old lady and moved swiftly down the hall away from her towards his own apartment, he thought for a moment, stopping in the middle of the corridor, he turned the slip of paper the other way around to read it was 19, not 16. He sighed quietly and moved towards number 19 only a few up from him, composed himself and knocked on he door.