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(ooc: Goodnight, Spree!)
She opens her eyes at Spree's address, hearing Maverick's unintelligible ravings in the background. Turning back to Spree, she replies "Have I, indeed?" ~ Her expression indicates that she cannot care less. ~ "Perhaps you are right; the air here is certainly too warm for me." ~ Wrapping her robes and cloak tightly around herself, she strides over to a separate table and sits down, exuding an air that she wishes to be left alone. ~
A few seconds later, Isabeau swoops down from her earlier perched position and lands on the table. Mistral strokes her feathers, and closes her eyes ~ Ah... so that was what it was all about...~ Struck by the hilarity of what has happened, a smile escapes from her lips.
She opens her eyes again and sits there, pondering.
[This message has been edited by mistral4543 (edited 10-30-2001).]
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