Date Posted:14:51:11 12/11/02 Wed Author: Skjota'Dyro, Krakki Subject: *Quiet Smile* In reply to:
FC and Khx
's message, "Uhm... yikes?" on 19:49:56 12/05/02 Thu
Catching the youth's confusion through seemingly misty eyes, the Morolla Mother mentally laughs. Most beasts became confused by her abrupt, straight-forward manner, as the Warrior would much rather say what she felt like saying and deal with the consequences, rather then bite her writhing tongue in a diplomatic lie. None the less she has no urge to push the tension further, so with a hardened grin and a long quiet gaze the Morolla offers a mental word of advice, telepathically sent to FireCreeds mind alone Indeed Elder'Keppa, or FireCreed as you will, you have done well with yourself for one who was long thought to be dead. You show true Morollan spirit in surviving without birth-parents, though by the scent of Khx, I cannot say you have survived without family.
Turning her head to the wind Skjota'Dyro shouts her farewell to the rest of the beasts, "Forgive my erratic behavior friends, but when the scent of battle is in the air my soul is restless until I find it. Perhaps you will find me sane after my urge for bloodshed has been quenched. Farewell for now, I must find the Red Oerri, for my blade yearns to fight by one whose name is spoken throughout Terole as Warrior!"
The Morolla turns and as swiftly as she came she was gone, following the scent of blood and dust, yet concentrating on the scent of Redwood, the Red Mother.
Krakki sort of blinked as she left, then grinned at FireCreed. "Ehm, well, she's like that sometimes... Heh... Always talking, rather, confusingly. But generally she's nice... so long as you're not on the wrong end of her blade of course."
