Author:
Wytch Hazel
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Date Posted: 15:51:57 12/30/02 Mon
(OOC-S'alright! Patience is a virtue I DEFINATLY need practice mastering :-P....bah, I lost ma table lol)
Understanding his words completely, she loosened her rather childish grip about him and backed away to eye him steadily. But that she was mistaken. The Wytch had done alot of growing lately; so much. Perhaps her form still was slightly childish, but her emotions and actions were not.
I understand, completely. I needed that too, Tarquin....I did.
Her mother gone, her brother scarce. Another error; her mother was not gone; just gone from her. In fact, considering adopting another. Which was indeed an infuriating thought; for her mother had done little or nothing for her brother and herself, why would she consider ruining the life of another being? Blinking slowly, the hatred of her mother was pushed to the back amist random thoughts, all the current ones focusing about the familiar form infront of her.
I have never been truely introduced to Bob, Tarquin. I would like to meet him, if you dont mine.
With a soft smile, she took both of his hands into hers, squeezing them playfully as brilliantly lit orbs stared into his, un-intimidatingly [lol, wierd ones].
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