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250 · 01-24-2002, 09:51 PM

"My darling girl," a gentle voice called "I'm off to work now."

Without looking up, (the halfling is short) you met gaze with a fatherly face "yes pa, anything else?"

The fatherly face turned into stoic and stonecold for a split second "If that Rusty trys to follow you again, like last time, tell him I will be looking for him." Looking at your fair elvish face and black hair that reflects sunlight, the icy face quickly melted and once again a tender expression. "Alright, be careful, and say hi to old Whinnie when you go to hre house."

The nick name Whinnie is called by your halfling father Eri only, because he thought of her high pitched voice sounded like some kinda complain or protest in a childish fashion.

After patting your face once, the old halfling walked out the house.

Mistral's reply

quote:
As Pa shuffles his way out, Svetlana's leaf green eyes scan across this private
world she has known almost all her life. It is heartwrenching, the way Pa is
working himself to support the both of them. At the thought, she swallows the
lump
in her throat and blinks twice ~ Nothing could ever make me leave this
wonderful
place. Not for long, anyway. ~ A quick glance out of the window confirms
the
arrival of the new day. Time to leave for Aunt Wennie's.

With one graceful movement, she swings her lithe legs around and sits herself on
the
bed. Her pointed ears strain to listen to the familiar sounds outside. ~
That
would be Thunderous Tom hammering away, forging his weapons?Bad-breath Betsy
screaming, peddling her wares?and Rusty?as usual, hollering away.

Emitting a subconscious sigh, Svetlana stands up and begins to tidy the room.
When
all is done, her deft fingers grab the tattered shawl neatly folded and placed
on
the seat of the rocking chair. Draping it across her pale shoulders, she hugs
herself tightly and takes a deep breath before emerging from the dear little
cottage. Mechanically inserting the key into the hole, she soon locks up the
house.

Inhaling deeply once again, she now begins on her leisurely stroll towards Aunt
Wennie's shop.

01-24-2002, 09:51 PM	#1
250 Horus - Egyptian Sky God Join Date: March 4, 2001 Location: either CA or MO Age: 43 Posts: 2,674	"My darling girl," a gentle voice called "I'm off to work now." Without looking up, (the halfling is short) you met gaze with a fatherly face "yes pa, anything else?" The fatherly face turned into stoic and stonecold for a split second "If that Rusty trys to follow you again, like last time, tell him I will be looking for him." Looking at your fair elvish face and black hair that reflects sunlight, the icy face quickly melted and once again a tender expression. "Alright, be careful, and say hi to old Whinnie when you go to hre house." The nick name Whinnie is called by your halfling father Eri only, because he thought of her high pitched voice sounded like some kinda complain or protest in a childish fashion. After patting your face once, the old halfling walked out the house. Mistral's reply quote: As Pa shuffles his way out, Svetlana's leaf green eyes scan across this private world she has known almost all her life. It is heartwrenching, the way Pa is working himself to support the both of them. At the thought, she swallows the lump in her throat and blinks twice ~ Nothing could ever make me leave this wonderful place. Not for long, anyway. ~ A quick glance out of the window confirms the arrival of the new day. Time to leave for Aunt Wennie's. With one graceful movement, she swings her lithe legs around and sits herself on the bed. Her pointed ears strain to listen to the familiar sounds outside. ~ That would be Thunderous Tom hammering away, forging his weapons?Bad-breath Betsy screaming, peddling her wares?and Rusty?as usual, hollering away. Emitting a subconscious sigh, Svetlana stands up and begins to tidy the room. When all is done, her deft fingers grab the tattered shawl neatly folded and placed on the seat of the rocking chair. Draping it across her pale shoulders, she hugs herself tightly and takes a deep breath before emerging from the dear little cottage. Mechanically inserting the key into the hole, she soon locks up the house. Inhaling deeply once again, she now begins on her leisurely stroll towards Aunt Wennie's shop.