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Angharad
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Date Posted: 21:56:12 05/09/03 Fri
In reply to:
Kayariel
's message, "Re: Story" on 20:09:23 05/09/03 Fri
((OOC: Boys, boys, boys. Zen, controlling the mother and Trapa was fine, they don't belong to anybody, but stay away from claimed characters. Paul, considering Angharad's upringing and the situation, I would have made her scream. So both of you, consider yourselves chastised. And don't do it again, or I may have to do more than warn. But at least there was good effort on both sides!))
Angharad, paralyzed with shock, sat in the carriage. Too late to do anything, she pulled her knife from her girdle. Her hand trembling, she dropped it, mercifully still sheathed, to the cushioned seat. She felt a reassuring hand on her shoulder and looked to see its owner. There was Aidan, cool as a cucumber. She cursed herself. She had frozen. She'd had a knife right there, and she'd frozen! She put the knife back in its place, anger making her movements more forceful and jerky than normal. She sat there sulking and ignored the hubbub around her. She couldn't forgive herself this, not now at any rate. Even if no harm had been done to her family, it wasn't like they could afford to lose anything.
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