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ooc- and moving on to the next melodramatic scene... I promise I won't try to kill Lyulfe for a while now, Larry [img]smile.gif[/img]
ic- Lyulfe
Someone had called his name. his name of power, Eolandesamoradananne... He must obey the summons, his mind urged him, and his body struggled to obey. Swimming in slow motion, he reached his hand up to the surface, towards her face... his fingers pushed against the surface, feeling resistance. Suddenly his fingertips broke through, and everything shattered around him, and the real world rushed towards him as if he was flying... or falling...
Lyulfe's eyes slowly eased open, the world swimming before him. The worried face suspended above him eventually came into focus, and he smiled slightly. "You called?" he joked drily in a cracked voice. "How... did you know to call me by that name?" he asked, attempting to swallow to clear his throat. He gave in to a sudden fit of coughing, and after he recovered the elf added "Eh, why do I feel like I was just hit by a train... and why am I scaly," he frowned, perturbed, as he looked down at his arms, too tired to lift them. He attempted to fix the problem, and frowned more deeply. His well of magic was but a thin stream, the violet light easily slipping out of his grasp. He tiredly looked up at Rong's happy and anxious face. "And not that I mind, you are quite comfortable, but why am I lying in your lap... and why are you looking at me like that?" he finished, returning Rong's strange looks with a raised eyebrow of amusement and concern.
[ 09-18-2004, 08:35 PM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]
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