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The Diaphanous Dryad
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: R toL: 531, past the wild path
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"PFwoofph" Lyra collapsed in a chair, quite impressed by her unpronouncable looking grunt. All that dancing had really taken it out of her. Rytien was, somewhere. Who knew? Hmm- who else can I talk to? She looked around eagerly. There appeared to be a likely target, ahem, person wandering around on his own. With a smile she bounced up again.
"Hello" Lyra said with a grin. The man looked shocked and faintly appalled at the sight of a bouncing Hobbit. Tee hee! "Who are you?" "Stryker" he answered. "Talk to me please? Unless you have someone else to see?" Lyra queried, her head on one side. Like wind in the meadows, or some such poetic nonsense the man disappeared. Mouth hanging open, Lyra looked around. She shook her head. I could have sworn he was here a minute ago... "Oh well" she shrugged, beginning to search again. [ May 02, 2003: Message edited by: Lyra Greenleaf ]
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