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Subject: When a Goddess wants to simply slap her head

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Date Posted: 17:35:26 09/29/02 Sun
In reply to: Zenra 's message, "Conversation" on 10:59:07 09/27/02 Fri

Who can inspire a Goddess...?
Such a question is rarely invoked within a mortal mind, or even within a power such as a deity that reigns on high, some precious angel watching upon a race they once deemed their own, a entire mantle of motherhood upon them in such a way no one could ever experiance.
Then...once a mind ponders the question, then it is simply answered with the above statement...their creations and the ones they safeguard are their inspiration...

But with a dying race..as Forgottens?

They are forgotten to the name, even to their Goddess it seemed to the Spirit of one who was among them...he sighed..he liked this new goddess...well more then liked..but she knew that..and now since Ceallac's death..he could watch over her..a Angel watching a Angel...strange in his mind...

He simply enveloped the Goddess in midspeech she was giving to the one called Jin, caressing her soul gently with his own..she could reject him..but no reason would be put forth..she knew who would be there as always...the soul would regonize the other...and he let his thoughts flow..

" Surely this is not my love speaking! I remember a confident, loving, optimistic woman that always eased me thru the pains of life I went thru..." the voice smiled gently, spreading a pleasent euphoia that brought the memories of such times in a flash..

" I bring tidings to you..my beloved Quistlas, I too sense things at work..but none that concern our race directly..but friends of some...and your wrong..there are more of our kind...MUCH more...but I am not allowed to say where..finding them..is your resonablity..."

The soul sighed briefly..he could never have enough time with this one..but he knew now he would most likely never spend eternity with his love...but his pride for her could give him the courage to go thru slumberland without her..

I love you Zenra...

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Subject	Author	Date
Frozen	Zenra	21:40:47 09/29/02 Sun
Onward -- Jin, 10:24:59 10/01/02 Tue Unlifting -- Zenra, 12:07:57 10/01/02 Tue