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Subject: Re: .Tarquin.

Author:
Wytch Hazel

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Date Posted: 20:29:40 09/01/02 Sun
In reply to: Wytch Hazel 's message, ".Tarquin." on 19:42:33 09/01/02 Sun

A careless demeanor swipes over the aimless etchings in the lithe quickly, a crimson flush washing over the usually prim features of the wytch. Offering a warm smile, something sparcelly seen genuinely by the youth, brazen orbs lock with the other in keen interest.

I apoligize for my manner before. I do not feel we have fully met; I am Wytch Hazel, son of Raistlin, bourne of Blood and Chocolate.

.WYTCH.HAZEL.
.the brazen.

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Tarquin
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Date Posted: 20:47:49 09/01/02 Sun

He wisely ignored the flush - which was strangely intriguing on her features - and found himself ashamed of his own, simple speech.

"And I am Tarquin, bourne of Isis and son of Osiris."

Very quickly he concluded that he would never understand how to talk with such style as the female, and so he gave up in favor of his usual frank friendliness. No mystery, just...him.

And the voices, but they weren't at the time around and so he saw no reason to involve them in either the conversation at paw or in his thoughts.

"I know your mother, Blood and Chocolate. When I was born she was there to care of my siblings and I. How is she these days? I've seen her around, but I haven't been able to actually speak to her."