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...Garaeth...
~Eben took a deep breath, reigning in his ivory steed.~ "Ah sweet Grella!" ~He beamed over at you.~ "Long have I wished to see her walls. Come now Garaeth, let us ride within her mighty gates!" ~He urged his horse, Nisnen, to a full stretch gallop.~
...Mistral...
(ooc: [img]graemlins/crying.gif[/img] <--Explains it all!)
~A chorus of howls echoed in the distance. It struck fear into your heart, it sounded as if there were at least a hundred wolves howling to a moonless sky. Among them you knew, was Silas. You stopped, prepared to break down and weep. A soft feminine voice rang in your ears, wise yet young.~ "He told you not to cry." ~You looked up to see a shockingly beautiful elven woman, sitting by a pond skipping river stones, a sad look on her face. She was clad in a navy blue cloak too big to be her own. She sighed. As she looked up you instantly realized her heritage. Her buckskin hair was tied back in a flowing braid and her eyes were a shocking amethyst. She was the daughter of Oriana and Hart. You wondered what she was doing out in the middle of the wood.~ "You are Mistral, and I am Kala. And we share the same wretched fate." ~She tossed another stone into the pond.~ "Come Mistral, sit... We might reflect together upon our misfortune and pain." ~She looked you sadly in the eyes.~ "I fear there is no use running after him. I tried running after Damian with the first rank... It is no use. Now we must stay and pray that they return from this god-forsaken war..."
[ 02-10-2002: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]
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