| Subject: *Telemain shields his eyes during the commotion, to keep out the light, and when the cloak is removed he stares at the pretty maid.* Oh my. |
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Date Posted: 19:48:46 09/30/01 Sun
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Telemain
's message, "Telemain's Tower" on 23:34:50 09/17/01 Mon
>Telemain walked into his tower, depressed and sad, and
>he layed in a bundle of hay, thinking about god knows
>what. His feathers were dirty, looked awful, just as
>he felt. He knew they would come visit, and maybe that
>is what he wanted...He wasnt sure. Telemain began to
>stir, thinking about what was going on. Wondering
>about his roots, and who he was, deep down...where he
>came from, if he had any family at all, If his life
>would get better, now that he was at the fort, and had
>some good friends. Furtill, Nightband, Nightbreeze,
>even Aslania, despite her recent actions, and the
>others he had met. He layed back, staring out at the
>stars...wondering who would see him first.
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