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Rong Er
“Apple of my eye”? ~ She had glanced at the fruit which Skye had picked and started consuming ~ It doesn’t look like an apple… certainly not like the ones we have back home… ~ There was something in the half-elf’s voice which had disturbed her ~ She means to make fun of me, I suppose. ~ Her cheeks had warmed as she looked to Lyulfe, and then back to Skye ~ I ought to be angry and walk away, but then I would lose my only allies. ~ Shaking the unpleasant thought in her head...
As her teeth sank into the bluish orange globule she held, her eyebrows had raised a few arches and she had swallowed a gulp ~ Sour… and sweet… then… ~ Her forehead had wrinkled a little ~ … bitter?! … What is this, anyway?
Several moments had paused before she turned to Skye and Lyulfe, a sheepish grin on her face ~ “I’m afraid it doesn’t taste as wonderful as it looks.” ~ Catching Lyulfe’s expression, she hastily added ~ “I suppose these things are acquired tastes. If they could last a little longer, I’ve no doubt I will grow to love them.” ~ And she turned away slightly, glancing about her, ready for more adventure.
Just then, some other fellow came sauntering up, offering a wonderful alternative ~ “Well, Skye, I would love to walk around a bit actually… so, could we go off, just the two of us?”
[ 01-07-2004, 07:08 PM: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]
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