Shavas

Shavas brought her hands up to caress his face, brushing the backs of her long, perfect fingernails against his rough skin.

Brothers Majere Stein, Kevin, 1954- 1989

Reaching up, Shavas touched Raistlin's face with the tips of her fingers.

Brothers Majere Stein, Kevin, 1954- 1989

Shavas, seeing him growing uncomfortable, smiled to herself and changed the subject.

Brothers Majere Stein, Kevin, 1954- 1989

Lady Shavas beckoned to a guardsman, then leaned over to speak softly into his ear.

Brothers Majere Stein, Kevin, 1954- 1989

Lord Cal had not returned, and Caramon was wondering if Shavas had sent him out on some sort of trumped-up mission in order to get rid of him.

Brothers Majere Stein, Kevin, 1954- 1989

Shavas moved one of her own pieces-a man with a large shield and spear-from in front of Raistlin's knight, next to two other knights on the same row.

Brothers Majere Stein, Kevin, 1954- 1989

"When you are finished, you may leave," said Shavas, her gaze fixed on Caramon.

Brothers Majere Stein, Kevin, 1954- 1989

Shavas drank deeply, her eyes gleaming above the rim of the goblet.

Brothers Majere Stein, Kevin, 1954- 1989

"Thank you, Robere, this will be fine," Shavas interrupted smoothly.

Brothers Majere Stein, Kevin, 1954- 1989

Shavas said this casually, without undue excitement.

Brothers Majere Stein, Kevin, 1954- 1989