Date Posted:17:18:53 06/05/01 Tue Author: Anne Subject: --------- In reply to:
Calhoun
's message, "~~~~~~~~~>" on 19:33:00 06/04/01 Mon
"I fair quite well this eve..." As she speaks, a small hand rises almost attomaticly to her forehead. A few curls being brushed away, slender fingers run lightly over a long scar running from the center of her forehead down to her left temple. The scar was thin and not completly healed, showing it to be a wound just recently recieved. Quickly realizing what she was doing, she drops her hand back to her side allowing the light gold locks to fall forwards once again to cover the scar as she silently hopes he had not noticed. Turning, she steps quickly to the open window and, in an attempt to change the subject before it even got started, speaks in a soft, casual tone. "Tis a beautiful night, don't you think?"
