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Subject: Sitting on a well ((If you people ignore this I swear to high heaven I'll KILL!)


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Aerian (And Icewing)
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Date Posted: 13:32:31 08/22/02 Thu
 Aerian sits on the edge of an open well in the middle of town, staring up at the moon. Few people are wandering the streets, and many seem to be avoiding the street near where she sits. She looks wan and tired and tightens her cloak around her as a sandstorm blows by.
She's dressed in some white gauzy harem pants and some sort of scandalous breastband that obviously can't be bought anywhere in Eromida. Her cloak has the emblem of a local Mages Guild on the back, sewn with a fine silver thread on the
white-silk material. Her eyes are thickly outlined with black kohl, and she twirls a slightly long bidi between her fingers, although it isn't lit. (She doesn't smoke.)

She looks down at the shoes on her feet and slips them off. They are tiny curled-toe entertainer's shoes with bells on the ends. Aerian rubs her left foot, which has a blood-red line in it, stretching from her ankle towards her toes. Her feet are EXTREMELY small. Too small, it seems, even for the tiny shoes.

She looks back up at the sky to see a white blur zooming towards her. She cocks her head to one side and the blur barely misses her, nicking her ear. It lands in the well, then gurgles. Aerian fishes out a soaking Icewing and then snatches the dry note off of his ankle.
"What? No thanks?"
"No, you tried to murder me. Now go dry off somewhere. You're dripping on my new clothes."
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We're not ignoring you!!!(doesn't have a name yet)15:52:19 08/22/02 Thu

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