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Ryiln/Zephyr

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Date Posted: 11/27/04 12:27:47pm Sat
In reply to: Vell/Myuler 's message, "Homewardish." on 11/23/04 6:26:59pm Tue

Ryiln smiled when Vell took her hand and followed him outside. She was grateful for the necklace she wore, even with it protecting her nose from the foul stench of burning flesh she could still faintly smell it. Her stomach though chose to behave as they walked through the door.

"I hope no one touched that venom sac.... It's in a pure form and can kill...."

Fortunately it looked like no one had been in the lab since she'd been whisked out of it.

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"To be honest Myuler.... I haven't a clue. What I know is that a human army marched on the gates and we apparently had people inside that were planted here. Someone took a bit of time to plan this. Everyone vanished from here so I hid. I'm not a fighter and my own touch with the Weave is tenuous at best......which you know and I didn't know what else to do."

Zephyr smiled at Myuler and hugged him back, grateful that someone was back and happy that it was Myuler. Only then did she notice his lack of wings.

"Myuler..... what happened to your wings? You weren't hurt were you?"

Concern flooded her voice as she searched his face for answers. She hoped he hadn't been hurt.....

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Subject	Author	Date
Home is where the old man is.	Vell/Myuler	11/29/04 4:39:20pm Mon
bad feelings indeed.... -- Zephyr, 11/29/04 7:26:10pm Mon