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“No. I got unceremoniously pulled in.” he replied, still bitter over the incident, and feeling more miserable. Jeremy was trying, but it wasn’t hard to see that he wanted to laugh. He lowered his eyes again, feeling self conscious.

Although he had a hot mug in his hands, and it was helping to keep him warm, he still found himself quite cold. The cold desert nights and his soaked clothes were leaving him feeling more then a little uncomfortable. Saras had been chilly before, and didn‘t like it. He was always a bit uncomfortable when it wasn‘t hot and sunny out, or he was sitting close to a fire. His fancy robes had been partially to help, since the layers and layers had given him warmth.

“I think… I’m going to warm up a bit.” Saras said finally, after watching the cook-fire for a moment, and feeling sulky. He didn’t want to be the Butt of any more jokes… He gave Jeremy a small smile before leaning forward and thrusting a skinny pale hand into the flames of the fire in front of them. He only stayed like that a moment before the rest of him burst dramatically into flames and then quieted in a ball of fire no bigger then the genie’s head, sitting where Saras had been sitting. The clothes that the genie had been wearing, borrowed from Ravin, were laying in a wet pile apparently unaffected by the fire that was Saras.

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• Saras? -- Jeremy, 18:34:56 03/14/02 Thu
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    • Time for a little sleep -- Jeremy, 10:23:26 03/15/02 Fri