Mithwyn drew back, with a look of confusion, she had just helped her sister, had she not?
"Fine sister, I will never touch you, ever, again. I will never help you regain energy, I won't help you in any way at all, ever again. I will just merely sit here and lean against the wall and twittle my thumbs, shall I?" The witch asked.
Elwyn turned away and gave no answer, but Elanor answered her instead.
"No, Mythwin you cannot just sit there and twittle your thumbs, you know things, and we need answers."
[ October 24, 2002: Message edited by: Shadow_Staar ]
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I hope I could sleep in the cradle of your love, again
Cry for me, somebody, with dry eyes
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