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Old 02-18-2007, 07:23 PM   #221
Armen
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Join Date: February 11, 2003
Location: UK
Age: 55
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Tamora

Tamora walked slowly towards ‘her’ opening in the cliff. She was deeply affected by the place. At one level she was aware of the others moving around, Balth talking and the heat of the sun. At the same time this strange opening in the alien cliff captivated her. She reached out to touch the rock – it was warm and bright in the sunlight but disappeared into blackness. What was this? Was she meant to be here? Maybe others of her people had stood here before her. She had no way of knowing. Nobody returned from the Transport unchanged and nobody spoke of it. This place, her place seemed perilously like destiny – a destiny that she had embraced from the moment she decided to travel through the portal. And she would not turn away now.

A squawk from the erdlu momentarily broke her contemplation and reminded her of her duties here. Her attention still drawn towards the tunnel she turned to face Bas. She did not speak, merely watched the Learned One to see what he would do.
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