**The ermine smiled this time, amused. She had decided that she liked this sable. She leant her elbows down on the table, the amusement clear on her face. The sable's anger didn't bother her at all. What was the worst the beast could do? Poison her?** "Drank et yoorself? Interestin' that. Ah've done similar mahself, though fer different reasons o' course..." **At that she began to finger one of the scars on the inside of her forearms. On closer inspection there were rather a lot of them, both old and new. The one she traced a finger along was fresh and looked red and puffy. She half-glanced up again and asked an unexpected question.** "What've ya got? Ah might drink et if ya want..." -- The Salamandastron Dance

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Subject: **The ermine smiled this time, amused. She had decided that she liked this sable. She leant her elbows down on the table, the amusement clear on her face. The sable's anger didn't bother her at all. What was the worst the beast could do? Poison her?** "Drank et yoorself? Interestin' that. Ah've done similar mahself, though fer different reasons o' course..." **At that she began to finger one of the scars on the inside of her forearms. On closer inspection there were rather a lot of them, both old and new. The one she traced a finger along was fresh and looked red and puffy. She half-glanced up again and asked an unexpected question.** "What've ya got? Ah might drink et if ya want..."

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Meradryn Keelsun

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Date Posted: 18:54:47 10/09/04 Sat
In reply to: Martes Zibellina 's message, "Call me Satin" on 07:12:34 10/03/04 Sun

>The sable staggered drunkenly into the hall and
>collapsed into a chair. She had been testing herb
>potions on herself, and they worked. Now she was
>reeling - all for the lack of a decent victim. She
>hadn't been able to trick anyone into drinking her
>potions. Her persuading powers wern't as good as she
>would have liked them to be.

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"Very funny," Satin snorted. "What do you want to drink?"	Satin	09:31:37 10/10/04 Sun