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Subject: ^Words spoken...thoughts Given^ ((ditto))

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Jinrai

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Date Posted: 21:19:37 01/22/03 Wed
In reply to: Jin.rai 's message, "^.The Divine ::Thunder::.^" on 17:26:12 01/19/03 Sun

^She found this easier, not until after the words has slipped from her palate did she realize the vague absurdity of it. She chuckled within, she enjoyed speaking with him...wonder flooding her. What his perception of the world must be like...^

"Well, Ivory. Bleached. My coat, ussually thin, but many harsh winters have trained it to become a bit unkempt...a bit...shaggy. My mane, when it isn't tangled up from running into the wind in about the width of my neck...My eyes?? Blue. Sky blue."

^She had to admit...she was proud of the color, its clarity, not like the china eyes of most...Just...blue.^

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Jinrai
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Date Posted: 21:45:44 01/22/03 Wed

^The phina listened lobes held intently 'pon the kon. She hesitated a moment. Color? At first, the was an absurdity to the question, she put it off. Something told her his mind was her canvas...but he chose the paints...That may seem confusing to some...but she understood it perfectly...many a time she had sculpted those she had never seen...Her parents on occasion...but ussually only to destroy them in her mind.^

"White, bleached...I guess I could say without color...But the opposite of darkness. My pelt is ussually thin haired, decending of desert dwellwers. But it is thicker this days with the cold. Slightly unruly. My mane, tangled from too much running againest the wind. But it is normally lays down the width of my neck... My eyes. Blue. Swirled with the vaguest touch of green..."

^.Color...though the visual might be all Black noise, the imagination has many channels...and most of them are in "color". She awaited more questions eagerly. She wanted him to know her...She had no idea why...but she did.^