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Vampire and Owl.
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Date Posted: 20:28:44 08/27/02 Tue
In reply to:
Eryk
's message, "Re: Are We?" on 15:44:51 08/27/02 Tue
The owl's distinctively human language (after all, human is the only language that most people understand) twists, and he reverts to speaking in dwarven, and shoots a glance towards the shadows where Eryk lurks. (And what race is Eryk? If he can understand dwarven, Icewing said: 'something is moving back there') Aerian listens, then nods, but doesn't move her eyes from the owl's own. She looks up at the sky as another sandstorm swirls up, then looks back at the owl. She speaks once more, slipping one towards her alms pouch, a little velvet gold thing on a silver ribbon hanging from her pants. She shrugs, makes a violent gesture. Icewing shakes his head with a click of his beak. Her red eyes blaze caution, and she tightens her cloak around her once more and putting the hood up over her head. She's obviously not as alert as she'd rather be, but thinks instead of the shifter incident with a small grin. Icewing hops onto her leg with a hoot. "Well then?" Aerian nods. "You go, I'll stay." She lets Icewing mount her index finger, and he soars off, battling against the sand in the air. Her eyes follow him a quarter of the way, then she looks at her wrist. "Guess I may as well..."
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