| Subject: Scared straight |
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Zoli
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Date Posted: 12:43:52 05/17/03 Sat
Fae wanders a path not many traveled. In fact, her particular path was apparantly not a path. In the midst of the wasteland, a band of cactus haults her advance...and her dismissal. Magick? Eyes were geninely worried, as her blushed feet were boiling in the pale sand.
"Is something wrong?" she inquires.
Of course, the cactus said nothing. It grinned through pointy spines.
Wings, she knew, would be very helpful on this occasion. She twirls her head (not a complete 180, I mean 360, but like 140) and notes...nothing. There was nothing. It was, in fact, a wasteland. Precisely as the black lettered sign had warned upon her entrance.
"Cactus, it is hot. Please, don't be difficult. We can chat later, after some shade..." She sighs. It didn't budge. "We can chat in the shade."
She lowers herself, wincing through dry irritated eyes, as her bare legs contact the sand with a PLLOP! "Or now is fine. Whatever you wish."
(Okay, before you reply...I want you to picture the above...without laughing. Sorry, couldn't help it.)
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