Megs
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Post by Megs on Jan 5, 2005 9:46:28 GMT -5
She opens her eyes and gives Ameena a bit of a pleading look. She looks very frightened, and out of habit her eyes wander around scanning for birds. Cold... Nice warm hand, but still cold...
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Post by Ameena bin Qiyamah on Jan 5, 2005 9:55:31 GMT -5
There, got something. She pulls out a handkerchief, wrapping it a bit around the fairy, leaving it up to her to wrap it up further. Holding the hand with Megs in it close to her, Ameena leaves the section in search of a warmer place.
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Megs
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Post by Megs on Jan 5, 2005 9:57:13 GMT -5
Nice big folk, good big folk... She curls up and dives deep into the handkerchief, and closes her eyes to doze a bit. Odd, but she feels safe here.
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Post by Phaere Gales on Jan 14, 2005 13:51:52 GMT -5
She frowns at the humans shouting and twitching all around her. How strange... Idris hoots softly.
[Celestial] I don't... know...
She looks around and sighs. There is so much to do and as yet she doesn't know what. She suddenly turns around and starts running for the woods.
Hoot?
The Eladrin nods.
[Celestial] Promise is a promise.
She vanishes quite suddenly, owl and all.
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Themis
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Post by Themis on Feb 6, 2005 17:27:52 GMT -5
Themis sits in a corner and watches the soldiers walk past. Always in a hurry, soldiers are. She could sing a song or skip or dance or... she doesn't feel like it. She won't use her chalk on the walls in this section, too many guards, so many guards here... Yet it's somehow comforting to think she doesn't have to do anything here. She pulls her legs close to her and holds them to her, her cheek resting on her knee. They should know... they should know she is here, she is fighting the gods themselves, she even argued with one... She throws her arms over her head. If only Ding was here.
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Post by Elanor on Jun 18, 2006 17:20:56 GMT -5
I can't believe they did that.
*Elanor leans against the prison wall and sighs. Lorica Vite isn't a bad place to be for an Elf. No one would dare to riot here, even if you do get the occasional remark from a passing soldier. But at least it is out in the open. She does not like the prison much, but what can you do? It is always nice and quiet around here.*
I just can't believe it.
*She is referring to the attack on Dragon's apartment. The guards call it a burglary but she knows better. A couple days ago they found the place broken into- dishes were broken, maps pulled off the walls, the glass smashed. The couch was cut open, Elanor's lyre was wrecked. Nothing much was missing, some money only. In and out, but the curtains were on the floor and someone had peed on the bed. Elanor sighs and shakes her head.*
I'm nothing but trouble for you. I'm sorry... I-
*She swallows.*
I understand if you don't want me around anymore.
*Her mouth is dry as she speaks the words. She would understand, it is no lie, but she would rather not think of it. She could go to Sigil... or even back home, if that is what you would please to call her grandfather's cottage. She plays absently with a lock of hair and gives Dragon an anxious look.*
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Post by Dragon on Jun 22, 2006 4:49:21 GMT -5
[Dragon looks at her, a little perplexed.] "That's the last thing I want."
[Dragon sighs, stretching a bit and nursing one leg. The last guy he fought in the arena was a real nasty bruiser. Left his leg in absolute tatters. Even after Rena came to heal him, he still felt the pains occasionally. Course, he beat the snot out of the guy.] "Look, it's not your fault. These people are just continuing a cycle of hate that should have died with the Councilor."
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Post by Elanor on Jun 22, 2006 6:08:01 GMT -5
*Elanor smiles, extremely relieved, and gives Dragon a prompt hug.*
Yeah, I guess... Your leg again?
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Post by Dragon on Jun 23, 2006 14:56:11 GMT -5
[Dragon smiles, putting a hand on her arm and leaning his head against her.] "Yeah. It likes to complain."
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Post by Elanor on Jun 23, 2006 15:20:08 GMT -5
*Elanor laughs and blows in his neck.*
Just like your girlfriend.
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Post by Dragon on Jun 26, 2006 11:40:11 GMT -5
[Dragon laughs and pulls her over to him, kissing her very lightly on the lips.] "Well, maybe just a little..."
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Post by Elanor on Jun 26, 2006 11:48:36 GMT -5
*Elanor blinks, blushes and laughs nervously into his shoulder.*
Are you working tonight?
*She isn't, of course- she was fired both from her waitressing job at the pizza place and the various places she sang an evening or two a week.*
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Post by Dragon on Jun 26, 2006 12:07:37 GMT -5
"Hey!" [Dragon said with a smile.] "I got you to blush this time. Yeah, I'll be working tonight. You going to be ok, or do you want to come with?"
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Post by Elanor on Jun 26, 2006 13:47:18 GMT -5
*Elanor sticks out her tongue.*
I'll come along, if that's okay. I don't want to have tea with Naneth again, and I like to watch you fight.
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Post by Dragon on Aug 3, 2006 11:37:53 GMT -5
"That sounds good to me. Hey, at least I know I have a fan these days." [Dragon smiled and started down the path to Elysium.]
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