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Subject: Daffodiles and Tulips.

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Tyrsis.

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Date Posted: 16:22:07 05/11/02 Sat
In reply to: Shirow 's message, "Distress" on 12:58:43 05/11/02 Sat

Line after line of precision planted flowerbeds raced past her as she repeated only one simple thought. What the hell am I doing? Blood red wings swept behind her in a flourish of what appeared to be a black curtain. Anyone could see her from her place on the lawn..with luck...with luck...

Year after year flowers rose from earthen graves, drawn to sunlight by an instinctual reaction to an end of cold and a freshening of water. Energy burst about her, translucent and golden as she followed its source. Pain eminated from it, pain and anger.

What the hell am I doing?

Wings snapped open and feet left earth, bringing her to stand in half open windowseal, though she stood prepared to run. Golden eyes traced over the room before she spoke, though they likely knew she was there already. Amazed she had gotten this far.

"I can help him."

She didn't dare say more, this was a remarkable way to get one's self killed. How she must look, standing in morning's light, perched on the window seal like some weary bird with golden sunlight streaming through her wings and shining a darkish red on every feather's edge. An angel, perhaps?Though the colouring was wrong. Golden eyes sought emerald, waiting for response.

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Subject	Author	Date
No time.	Raken	22:23:47 05/11/02 Sat
Not Getting Along -- ShirowFor the last time, 02:12:46 05/12/02 Sun Butterfly Kisses. -- Tyrsis., 13:23:11 05/12/02 Sun