| Subject: YES! I wrote part of the next chapter. Inside |
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Whiteye
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Date Posted: 01:13:48 07/27/03 Sun
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Whiteye
's message, "I see...I still havent written more! (I've been busy this week)" on 14:02:04 07/24/03 Thu
Arion sighed as she lied on the dusty path, her silver hair flowing behind her as she did so. “Why can I not go home? Oh, I know Ferriff means for my safety, but…but…” Tears flowed readily now, swimming in her golden eyes, the liquid crystal droplets falling and staining the dust below. Her face was solemn, her eyes closed as a yet another tear trickled down her cheek...Her face seemed older somehow. She stood up on long, thin legs and turned at a noise, her hair whipping into her face from the wind. In front of her was Rilma. The beautiful unicorn whinnied, as if to say she understood. Arion smiled through he streams of tears and rubbed her fair hand on Rilma’s nose. Her finely chiseled face showed all of her emotion, mixed feelings pouring out of her as she babbled Elvish words to her unicorn and wrapped her long arms around Rilma’s head. The beast jerked her head up, to shake Arion out of her daze. The beautiful elf maiden climbed onto her back and kicked her, holding firmly onto her mane. Rilma bucked and began to gallop, her iridescent mane flicking back in the wind. Arion closed her eyes, trusting her steed completely and thought. I am free in the wind…like Helyanwe! Her mount suddenly stopped, and Arion flew head over jewel clad heels to land at the feet of a stranger. She lied flat on her stomach, face to face with small, bare feet. She looked up, and stared at the violet, hard eyes that stared boldly back at her. The elf shuddered. “Who are you that dares step on the property of Jeniva Karr?” The old lady said in a cracked voice. Arion stammered out, “M-My n-n-name is Arion Kav-Kavira R-Rogers!”
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