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Post by Widifor on Sept 3, 2004 7:39:14 GMT -5
Right.
He looks sorry for the cat leaving.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 3, 2004 7:48:09 GMT -5
*Raven lets out a low whistle, and the cat slinks back, doing its best, as cats are apt to do, to look like it came back entirely of its own violation. It jumps back on the bench and curls up next to Widifor.*
Cats are funny animals. They can get along just fine by themselves, but they still love companionship.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 3, 2004 7:49:36 GMT -5
I guess.
He shrugs and strokes the cat.
You can go if you don't want to stay...
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 3, 2004 7:51:26 GMT -5
I guess. He shrugs and strokes the cat.You can go if you don't want to stay...*The cat stays. Raven smiles.* So, did you do what you wanted?
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Post by Widifor on Sept 3, 2004 7:53:00 GMT -5
He scratches the cat behind the ears and taps his sword with his index finger.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 3, 2004 7:54:15 GMT -5
*Raven nods.*
Swords are useful tools.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 3, 2004 7:55:07 GMT -5
He nods and keeps his apparent attention on the cat.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 3, 2004 10:39:41 GMT -5
*Outwardly, she shrugs. Inwardly, she seeths with frusteration. This kid is going to be a tough nut to crack. He was still an enigma, too. Still, the attention he gave the cat did give her an idea.*
Well, you seem to be doing fine on your own. I have to get to the orphanage.
*She gets up and leaves, whistling as she walks.*
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Post by Widifor on Sept 3, 2004 10:42:09 GMT -5
Whatever.
He leans his head against the back rest of the bench as he pets the cat.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 3, 2004 10:46:52 GMT -5
Whatever. He leans his head against the back rest of the bench as he pets the cat.*A few miniutes later, a flapping sound can be heard coming towards them. A rather awkward looking faerie dragon if flying around, chasing a butterfly.*
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Post by Widifor on Sept 3, 2004 10:49:41 GMT -5
The cat hisses and climbs onto his shoulders. The boy raises an eyebrow and watches the faerie dragon.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 3, 2004 10:51:01 GMT -5
The cat hisses and climbs onto his shoulders. The boy raises an eyebrow and watches the faerie dragon. *The dragon keeps trying to catch the butterfly, but it's movements are so awkward and uncoordinated that it keeps on missing.*
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Post by Amar on Sept 3, 2004 10:54:25 GMT -5
She walks through the streets to the City-centre, watching the fairy-dragon for a moment before moving on, still singing softly to herself.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 3, 2004 11:00:09 GMT -5
He watches the Dragon with a slightly amused look on his face, and gives the lady walking by a suspicious glance.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 3, 2004 11:01:17 GMT -5
*When Amar walks by, the dragon gives a startled look and flys off rapidly.*
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