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Subject: thats for saving me a google trip. Author: Lyla [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10/12/09 10:06:05pm In reply to: Ronon Dex 's message, "..::Troubadour = Poet::.." on 10/12/09 9:57:04pm She watched the antics of his hands to amuse themselves. She followed each stroke of his fingers with interest. He had a grace that was well controlled but deliberate. He was comfortable with himself in a way most men weren’t. It immediately set Lyla at ease with him. If he was comfortable, she was comfortable. But she watched the change in his eyes and she realized he was trying to discover the truth of something. A warning bell went off in her head. She took a slow and deep breath in through her own nose. She hadn’t been paying very close attention…but he was different. She wasn’t versed enough to know how different he was but her shoulder’s tensed ever so slightly. Too the human eye, the string of tension was hardly noticeable. But to anything else, that subtle straightness was all the alert to danger needed. “Business?” Her question had taken a moment to form as Lyla had swiftly evaluated the risks of continuing. She snapped it out to cover her delay. She smiled, timidly but still a smile. “You’re a contractor perhaps?” She coaxed his ego with compliments of his muscular body and obviously quick wits. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ..::Troubadour::.. Ronon Dex 10/12/09 10:37:20pm .:.Life Lemons.:. -- Lyla, 10/13/09 6:10:32am ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/13/09 7:15:48pm _-Its a challenging kind of day-_ -- Lyla, 10/14/09 7:39:43am ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/14/09 10:40:04pm Landing on my Feet -- Lyla, 10/18/09 6:15:22pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/19/09 5:49:21pm Mary Ann -- Lyla, 10/19/09 6:02:12pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/19/09 7:44:37pm ..running wild.. -- Lyla, 10/20/09 12:34:58pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/20/09 6:44:27pm my chops were busted -- Lyle, 10/20/09 8:11:40pm