~a soft whisper sounds behind them~
A small whirlwind appears in front of the fireplace.....disturbing the dust. As the dust settles, TAO is standing there, her eyes glowing bright silver. She says in a voice only those from the HADB can here, "Neb?" She winks, and raises her hands, disappearing in a cloud of amber smoke, a wolf howl slowly dying on the wind........
[ 02-24-2002: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]
[ 02-24-2002: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]
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May the moon always shine upon your face, and your imagination soar to the heavens.... Chan ann leis a’chiad bhuille thuiteas a’chraobh.
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