Sophia said a quick goodbye to Stryker, after their long and lovely chat. "I seem to have lost a certain elf-flirt... I should go see where he's gotten to." she said apologetically, having promised Fin she'd keep track of him if he wasn't able to keep track of himself ( [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]).
She looked around the room hesitantly, but couldn't see where he'd gone. The last time she'd seen him he'd been dancing with Nerindel. Another quick look showed that Nerindel was nowhere to be found either. This simply wouldn't do... Not only would Sophia enjoy another good dance, but she'd also like another go at Fin's hairstyle, wherever he was.
Grinning cheekily she crept around the edges of the room looking under tables and in corners for her most likely incapacitated escort.
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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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