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Subject: A moonwalker I presume?

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Anawiel

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Date Posted: 20:12:04 07/07/02 Sun

Two avari. How interesting. The two stood at the edge of the forest looking towards the city walls. Talking of Brooke and her compainion.

Anawiel rested against a fallen log, yet one that was so wide it came above her head whilst lying on it's side. There was a gentle wind that twisted her fiery hair around her features, obscuring her face. She had long since mastered the art of stillness so that not even an elf could sense her prescence.

The two promptly left giving the sorceress exactly what she needed. She slipped deep into the forest after the rainbow trail. She could not see it, but could feel it's force crackle around her skin, blowing her hair like the breeze had.

Brooke sat in a clearing with the wolf. And a small boy. A mere child. A fire crackled in front of them. Anawiel did not bother with trying to make a grand entrance and instead stode boldly into the long grass. She sat down, inside glowing from the astonished look on the Faeirlev's face. Anawiel brought out a long wand-like pipe. It was bone white and hollow decorated with a thin golden trail of a spun metal. Still not saying anything she filled the pipe, lighting it on the flickering flames before her.

Anawiel drew deeply in then letting a twirling curl of blue smoke escape her lips. It had a faint flowery scent which she savoured. Brooke had still not spoken a word, obviously shocked at the fact that someone had the nerve to just seat themselves at her fireplace.

"You have a windwalker," Anawiel inclined her head towards Whitemoon. "My mother liked them. So," she leaned forward, "why did you take the boy?"

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