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Subject: .-. Live? .-.

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Tarquin

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Date Posted: 19:35:05 10/18/02 Fri
In reply to: Isis 's message, "Arise and you shall see the dawning of the sun..." on 18:53:31 10/09/02 Wed

The question, Tarquin felt, was a hard one to answer simply - and so he stalled for by following Jesar's gaze and answering the unspoken and easier question.

"That is my older brother, Bob." Love comes with sneaky strides into his voice as he gazes at the purple dragon: his family. "Isis' first child."

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[> Subject: He flicks an ear

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Jesar
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Date Posted: 20:19:32 10/18/02 Fri

He flicks a coppery ear at the dragon, hearing something in his voice unheard before. Ignoring it, and not acknowledging the reply, he thinks. He did want to live here. But, what did he hope to accomplish? No one was here of his kind. But, no one was of his kind back home either. Back at Evil Valley. What was the point? No one was like him. Why did he want someone like himself? He thought to what Tarquin said. Not what he said, how he said it. He wanted acceptance, a love of sorts without being love. He wanted kin to call his own that accepted him. Love was too fickle. He shrugs a shoulder. "I digress. May I live here?"