Seeing a familiar face across the room Sophia raised her arms and waved.
"LYRA! OVER HERE!" her eyes went wide at her own volume. She must still be a little drunk from the night before. Wonderful these roleplays, she thought to herself, no hangovers.
[ May 02, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ]
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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