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Date Posted: 13:59:23 11/01/01 Thu
Author: Anne
Subject: � Rising �
In reply to: Anne 's message, "--" on 11:53:29 10/29/01 Mon

� Several hours later, while the afternoon sun hung high in the sky, the maiden awoke. The sunlight filtering through the curtains shown with a soft warmness against her face, thick lashes fluttering slowly open to reveal china blue eyes that now shown with vigor and a hope for what was left of the day. �

� Stretching luxuriously she smiles to herself as she briskly rises and scrambles out of bed. Ignoring the chill she got as she placed her bare feet on the cold wood floor she wasted no time undressing and quickly washing herself off with a damp cloth. The, pulling on a dark brown cotton skirt and an off-white blouse she perches herself on the end of the bed, brush in hand, and works the few tangles from her silky tresses. Then pulling them back in a low ponytail, secured with a ribbon matching the color of her shirt, she pulls on a pair of stockings and a pair of worn, but decent black, ankle high boots. �

� Standing, she glances out the window, noting the gathering clouds, quickly assuming that a storm was abrew. But giving a casual shrug she grabs hold her cloak, pulling it loosely about her shoulders. Then, grabbing Nick's forgotten cloak and placing it over her arm, she steps out of her room and down the stairs, giving a quick smile to Minka before heading out into the day and towards the castle Tor. �

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