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She senses rather than feels the sorcerer's departure, and sighs hoping he returns........turning to Cyril, she whispers softly "how many can you hit with that bow, and how far away?"
She studies him covertly out of the corner of her eye, thinking of how handsome he looks in this light, and suddenly shakes her head, berateing herself quietly. ~what are you doing, you fool? Don't mix him up in your troubles~
[ 02-14-2002: 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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