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05-09-2003, 10:15 PM
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Scent of Simbelmynė
Join Date: Apr 2002
Location: Aboard Highwind, bound for Traverse Town
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"Rysha!" her name rang through the corridors rather louder than the woman was comfortable with. Who was this bonehead? There were things in these caverns that it was not wise to disturb. Gritting her teeth with scarcely concealed annoyance she spun on her heel.
"Yes?" she inquired in that same voice, filled with mock civility. The man looked troubled. Rysha let a small smile creep onto her lips. She pulled her whip from where it hung on her belt and ran it through her white hands as she waited for a response. Her extreme pallor was startling in the dark cave, and the long white hands stroking the whip made a bizzare picture. She thought she saw Sikilkolindo pull back from her as she stepped toward him. A lovely moment, she thought, but the point? "Need something?" she asked him, waited for a reply, one booted foot tapping the stone.
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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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