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Date Posted: 15:17:19 07/23/02 Tue
Author: Yeryan
Subject: Aback...
In reply to: ::§arina:: 's message, "::anger::" on 03:40:20 07/23/02 Tue

The young trainer is taken aback by her sudden anger, and feels his own wrath slowly bubble inside of his head. His eyes widen slightly, upon seeing the cracked emblem. He keeps his tone serious and low, replying calmly. "I'm sorry, my lady, I do not know you, or this horse. That, is a legendary amulet of the Dragon Summoner, Yula. Of course I remember it. I was taught it's prophecy a thousand times in different languages when I was a boy." He folds his arms quietly, giving her a cool glare. "I have never before seen this town, and I never remember meeting anyone as demanding as you."

The abrupt silence that falls next is suddenly cut by a silky, soft voice full of contempt and secretly, murder. "My my...little brother, it seems you've made a new friend already. What's the problem?"

She appears with a grim smirk played upon her face. Lathered in elegant silk, she appears in the stable doors. A small dragon, better known as the Ancient, Zarif, trots at her side with an equally-mischievous grin attatched to his jaws. Yolane stands beside Yeryan, staring the other maiden down. "She sure is a pretty one. Might it be a date?"

Yeryan does not jump away, draw his sword, or even look at the petite woman in a fashion even hinting mistrust or hate. Instead, he scowls as a sibling would do while being teased. "This is a serious matter, Yolane. I thought you went to speak with the governor."

"There is none." Yolane sighs impatiently, looking upon the broken amulet hungrily. "My dear," she purrs. "That is a Dragon Amulet! Where ever did you find this treasure!"

As evil and clever as Yolane was, she was certainly bad at hiding the hatred and acknowledgement from her voice. Again, she looks into Sarina's face, smiling very triumphantly.


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