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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Jan 7, 2007 9:06:06 GMT -5
Thanks Song...
**Taking the hankerchief, Raiden dabbled at the tears that had been running down his face.**
I think we have heard enough of the bad, sad, and down right gloomy... Why don't we say about things that make us happy?
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Post by Auburn, Lady Amber, and Saneth on Apr 21, 2007 21:36:04 GMT -5
*Silently, a darkened form separates itself from the deep shadows near the walltops, the blackness of the night slowly turning into the soft hues of gray as the sun rose majestically over the horizon. Saneth pushes herself off the stone parapets, where she had stood silently, listening to the soft-spoken and tear-jerking pasts of the others. While her emotionless expression and dark eyes show nothing of her feelings, the ottermaid had felt a slight stirring of sadness when she had heard the tales. A small part of her had compelled her to speak out, but years of discipline crushed these longings. In her soft, low voice, the maiden mutters, voice carrying over the silence by the frolicking wind that tugged slightly on her dark tunic* The sun's up. I'm sure the cooks are already down in the kitchens, making breakfast. Anyone hungry for some scones spread with blackberry preserve and strawberry fizz?
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Apr 22, 2007 8:05:00 GMT -5
**Song looked up from her cconversation with Raiden, squinting at the figure who stood illuminated against the wall. Sun. Song looked at the sky, and sighed. enough for one night. She turned back to the ottermaiden.** Sure. Who are you?
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Post by Auburn, Lady Amber, and Saneth on Apr 22, 2007 9:54:13 GMT -5
*The dark ottermaid turned towards the squirrel slowly, staring at the other maiden curiously. Finally, the otter answered softly* You may call me Saneth.
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