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Date Posted: 06:31:29 08/14/03 Thu
Author: Ironhorn
Subject: Keeper of the Forest
In reply to: Sebille 's message, "~*~Fairy Dust~*~" on 20:21:14 08/13/03 Wed

OOC: Have at it all that you want:)

IC: Lifting his head from his work, his slender hands pressed against the soil...what had he been doing anyway? And what was he anyway come to think of it? He looked like an Elf in some ways but not all. As he rose to his feet, his silver orbs slipping to the sleeping form of the Prince before he took off at a fluid run towards the voice. He was tall and slender like an Elf, with pointed ears as well. But he had silver skin and silver hair, not to mention silver eyes. He was just plain...silver. Quite odd really. As he passed in his run, it seemed that all of the trees began to whisper around him, informing them of what they had seen.

"A lovely maiden with tiny wings runs here."
"No, a beautiful angel from the heaven sings to us."
"You're all wrong...she is just an illusion of beauty."

Well Ironhorn grew tired of this, and so he continued in his quest to seek out this voice for himself. Coming up short as he heard that he was getting rather close, he then ran out in the middle of the path, placing his hands on his hips. The girl...or whatever she was would HAVE to go past him, through him, over him, or under him to get through.

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~*~Fairy Dust~*~ -- Sebille, 12:21:06 08/14/03 Thu
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  Ironhorn, 06:31:22 08/15/03 Fri
  - ~*~Fairy Dust~*~ -- Sebille, 09:21:05 08/15/03 Fri
    - laugh -- Ironhorn, 15:14:05 08/16/03 Sat
      ~* (NT) -- Sebille, 18:24:43 08/16/03 Sat
      ~*~Fairy Dust~*~ -- Sebille, 18:31:02 08/16/03 Sat