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Subject: .-. War .-.

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Tarquin

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Date Posted: 07:25:30 09/02/02 Mon
In reply to: Wytch Hazel 's message, ".Tarquin." on 19:42:33 09/01/02 Sun

Tarquin wondered what the female might find exciting in war - was he missing something? Perhaps he was. He had never been involved in any war, though born during one, so she might know more about it than he. Certainly he had never asked about it. Now that he thought of it, though, he scolded himself. That was exactly what he needed to start doing. He needed to start asking questions. His eyes flamed with thought of his mistake, but quickly the flames declined.

"Yes, it does sound exciting, if it ever comes about. There are many things to do before a war can take place, so many that thoughts of a war may vanish before the appointed time. One of these many things is Queen Common Sense." A faint frown formed. "There have been too many deaths as it is."

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Wytch Hazel
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Date Posted: 19:15:18 09/02/02 Mon

She gave understanding nods of an elegant maw as he spoke, brazen orbs intently locked on him in keen interest. War, was such a barbairic thing indeed; but the lust of it was undoubtedly enherited by her matriarch.

I agree.

The wytch answers slowly, remembering her sire.

I suppose a war shall occur; for Common Sense wants one just as much as my mother, regretfully. I do not know what we shall do, however. Too young to fight, but I cannot stand and watch the elders fall before me.

.WYTCH.HAZEL.
.the brazen.