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Subject: sack of grain

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Immarra

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Date Posted: 13:24:58 08/05/02 Mon
In reply to: Nemesis 's message, "Re: Trinity" on 12:52:37 08/05/02 Mon

Her first conscious thought was that her bed seemed to have grown more than uncomfortable, it had become downright painful. Mind fogged as a result of both fainting, which she groused silently was foolish, and that creature's horrid breath (which she didn't know about), she lay on something that rocked violently up and down and swayed alarmingly from side to side. That creature, apparently the one those snakes had been referring to as Zigorot had caught her, not that she had made an attempt to run. She hadn't really percieved her danger until it was too late to do anything about it. Now she was on something that seemed to shimmer, the surface on which her stomach rested being diamond hard. She didn't dare move, she had the feeling that whatever it was she rested on, it wasn't going to be thrilled at her trying to climb off. From the feel of it all of her packs were still attached to her back, and that would explain the pressure bearing down on her. Her hair, which had been braided tightly had begun to come undone and long tendrils snapped in her face stinging her eyes until they watered and whipping her cheeks till the felt raw. Wriggling one arm out from underneath her body she tried to brush the hair from her eyes without much effect. The glimpse she did catch of the surrounding scenery convinced her to keep her eyes shut tight. The ground was a very long way down and she didn't think she would land on her feet like a cat. She was at a loss of what to do, but one thing was certain, she would NOT try and climb off whatever it was she was on until it landed.

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