Garnet stood quietly in the shadows, sorrow and regret mingling across her face as she watched the others paying respect to Galadria. Naught but kindness and aid had ever been gifted to the rangeress from the good Lady. On silent feet, she left the chapel to return to the trees and their solace...
[ 12-17-2002, 10:27 AM: Message edited by: Garnet FalconDance ]
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