<i><font color=iceblue>~ The young girl listens with wide hazel eyes, seemingly intranced by this strange tongue these men were speaking. ~</i> -- --crossroads

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Subject: ~ The young girl listens with wide hazel eyes, seemingly intranced by this strange tongue these men were speaking. ~

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Timothy and Alana

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Date Posted: 20:59:25 03/13/01 Tue
In reply to: ... 's message, "Taken aback at the sudden flow of his Native language, he takes a step back, eyeing the mud-encrusted people. A smile lights his features, and the innocent hope that they are his people allows him to finally speak: ...inside..." on 18:56:25 03/13/01 Tue

~ Turning her gaze to Timothy, her expression turns to that of child-like innocence, her eyes pleading with him to tell her what they were speaking. It was practicly driving her completly mad listening to them speaking without knowing what they were saying! ~

Drawing his hand back, he runs it through his thick red hair. Emerald eyes cloud slightly as the young man listens carefully. Glancing towards Alana, a slight smile plays at his lips and he translates the words for her. Returning his attention to the boy in front of him, he nods briefly. "Well then, we shall just have to figure out a name for you, shant we? But first things first. Please...call me Timothy. I truely hate titles. I have lived most of my life with a title, but it brought nothing but trouble, so I dropped it." His Irish accent hinders him from speaking the African languege with as great ease as he would of liked, but the words that slip off his tongue are prounounced almost perfectly.

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