| Subject: **grins brightly** YAY! Everything's working out again and I'm not depressed anymore. (I finally found my lost newspaper articles **yay**) Sorry for any repeatation, I'm still slightly confused as to where I left off. |
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Whiteye
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Date Posted: 19:55:45 10/03/03 Fri
In reply to:
Tacroy the sad
's message, "*Makes a sad face and walks slowly over to a far corner, where he sits dejectedly*" on 05:34:22 09/30/03 Tue
********************************Hephaestus******************************
As Idela rode to the front door of her cabin, she noticed scratches and deep gouges on her walls and posts. She stepped inside cautiously, viewing her guests and new arrivals in silence. “What happened?” She finally asked. Ferriff stepped forward to his fiancée and filled her in on the details of the past few days. Idela introduced Saila and Hadha as friends of hers, and she was acquainted with Konduu. A drop of sweat trickled down her hot forehead, it was blistering outside. She produced a small fan and began fanning herself quickly, panting slightly. She finally sat, relieved, into a soft leather chair at her side. Arion suddenly noticed tiny Elvish letters and designs on her fan. The spelled out ‘Heru na o ilya neuro’. Again, ‘Lord be with all followers’. Arion was puzzled yet enchanted by this beautiful quote. She started to ask Idela a question, but cut herself short in better judgement. She wondered if it was perhaps a family motto or something. She shrugged mentally and began listening carefully to the whispered conversation between Ferriff and Idela. She could catch bits and pieces. “Theres no --- this could -- ---------. Hephaestus wasn’t supposed to ---- until a ---- from now! That’s what ----- told --. He always hears the ---- gossip and ----! Could he have ---- wrong?” Arion was mystified, but intrigued by this sudden and secret conversation. About what were they whispering? She was determined to find out.
********************************Secrets and Wishes************************
Arion smiled at the look on Ferriff’s face as he heard her news. “You want to be a what?”
“A journalist!” She repeated happily. He pursed his lips and frowned. “Journalism isn’t what I would have in mind for you if I was your father!” “Well you’re not my father, are you!” She said impishly. He grinned finally. “Alright, alright. I’ll take you down to the newspaper office tomorrow,” he said. Arion threw her arms around him, and Ferriff, surprised at this sudden show of affection, awkwardly patted her on the back.
Idela’s reaction was much like Ferriff’s as she shook her head in wonder. “A journalist? I don’t know…But if Ferriff says it’s ok, I suppose I won’t try to convince you otherwise.” Arion hugged Idela gently. “Thanks, Idela! I knew you wouldn’t say no.”
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