Subject: "No, darling, we weren't married. We were..." Lelana pauses, searching for a suitable word to express herself. However, she doesn't seem to find it and ends up finishing her drink instead. "We weren't anything." She finishes in dry monotone. |
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Date Posted: 07:37:17 08/13/05 Sat
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Lelana and the future-disowned-Mariea
's message, "Mariea, who is positive she will be disowned after this, looks rather torn about who to listen to. Lelana, on the other hand, merely scowls and crosses her arms over her chest as Mariea proceeds to listen to Arphalia [I mean, come on. WHO COULD REFUSE?]. "I thought that you and Julian were married, Auntie Lana..."" on 17:38:54 07/29/05 Fri
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Enter the vixen.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>The distantly familiar green-eyed vixen
>>>>>>holds
>>>>>>>>>>>open
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>door with her paw, holding back an
>>>annoyed
>>>>>>>>>sigh,
>>>>>>>>>>>>as
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>her younger comrade enters with a
>>>shuffle.
>>>>>>>The
>>>>>>>>>>>>>first
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>strolls into the familiar landmark with
>>a
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>thoughtless
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>glance as she heads for the bar,
>>ruffling
>>>>>>her
>>>>>>>>>>>>short
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>auburn hair tiredly as she hops over
>the
>>>>>>>>>counter
>>>>>>>>>>>>to
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>mix herself a drink. The younger fox
>>[who
>>>>>>had
>>>>>>>>>>>>>nearly
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>identical eyes] follows, looking around
>>>>the
>>>>>>>>>room
>>>>>>>>>>>>in
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>wide-eyed interest as she sits up on
>one
>>>>of
>>>>>>>>the
>>>>>>>>>>>>bar
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>stools, turning in the seat as she
>>>watches
>>>>>>>the
>>>>>>>>>>>>>vixen
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>thoughtfully.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>"Auntie?"
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>"Yeah?" The vixen's reply was muffled,
>>>she
>>>>>>>was
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>ruffling under the bar for something.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>"Why is it so empty?"
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>The vixen puttered around behind the
>>bar,
>>>>>>>>>>>>observing
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>the dates on the bottles before
>>selecting
>>>>a
>>>>>>>>>>musty
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>bottle of wine that was covered with
>>>amber
>>>>>>>>>dust.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Pouring herself some of the crimson
>>wine,
>>>>>>she
>>>>>>>>>>>>leans
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>against the bar as she looks at the
>>>>younger
>>>>>>>>one
>>>>>>>>>>>>>with
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>a
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>sad smirk.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>"Because good things don't last."
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>[[RPRPRPRPRPRPRP...por favor! ^^]]
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