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Psyche
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Date Posted: 17:17:57 12/10/02 Tue
[ ...because Psyche here is, in reality, six months old. She's one of the twin daughters of Malussinn and Cirrus. -Grins- Sorry if she had you fooled, there. Oh well, she'll eat this right up. She's rather mature for her age, if you haven't noticed. ]
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Psyche studied the two intruders in as dignified a manner as possible, allowing her sharp gaze to wander from one to the next. Hmm.
Apart from the age gap, she could relate to the first one, the arrogant one, who carried himself in the same type of way that her father did. Were they birds of a feather? Two of a kind? Who watched with self-posessed eyes while the members of the myriad and unwashed proletariat reveled in their own stupidity; their own moral dirt?
The second one seemed obtuse. He was an equine James Bond, she sensed, who fought and caroused and shot 'em up before having another good romp with one of his many handmaidens. Whether he had been thwarted at her age she did not know, but in all her hypocrisy could not stand the idea of bothering to find out. Her exquisite hatred of the brand of male who danced in toe shoes would ultimately intensify as she grew.
"Well?" Her first word in weeks was spoken in her usual lyrical, if razor-sharp, tone. "Now what?"
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