Grinning like crazy, Sahara gracefully enters the room. She's never been here before, but she doesn't care. The only time she has an embarrased bone in her body is when she is sane. When the sand colored hare falls back in the shadows, she can be perfectly reasonless and perfectly crazy. Not that she's dangerous. Oh no, the hare was only dangerous when she was sane. Insane, she could be dangerous, but that was when she hurled bottles at the wall, yelling at unseen foes. Sahara, for now at least, was sane and solemn. The grinning hare walked up to the black ottermaid and nodded. "Hello there." She fell backwards, hitting the wall with a hard thump but not seeming to care. "You look like you're going to a funeral. Who died?" -- The Salamandastron Dance

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Subject: Grinning like crazy, Sahara gracefully enters the room. She's never been here before, but she doesn't care. The only time she has an embarrased bone in her body is when she is sane. When the sand colored hare falls back in the shadows, she can be perfectly reasonless and perfectly crazy. Not that she's dangerous. Oh no, the hare was only dangerous when she was sane. Insane, she could be dangerous, but that was when she hurled bottles at the wall, yelling at unseen foes. Sahara, for now at least, was sane and solemn. The grinning hare walked up to the black ottermaid and nodded. "Hello there." She fell backwards, hitting the wall with a hard thump but not seeming to care. "You look like you're going to a funeral. Who died?"

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* the ottermaid didn't flinch or move. Staring at the haremaid she studies her for a second. She then speaks for the first time her voice low.* Clothes and apparel do not matter. Names and attitude does. Who are you? * the ottermaid keeps her eyes on the hare watching her every mood, her brown eyes studying her steadily.* Dark Warriorress 19:57:34 07/13/04 Tue

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