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Date Posted: 11:13:37 04/02/02 Tue
With the pang of sadness that she always felt with the remembrance that she was alone on this earth, Faeirex nodded. "They did all leave. All except me."
Privately, she was amazed that the elf was willing to accept her race as a reason for her powers. It had been so long since her kin had walked the earth, they appeared to have passed into legend, and in legends, anything is possible. The misconception served her well though. As long as he believed it, she was safe from further prying. She pulled her wrist from his grasp- he didn't resist. Turning to look him squarely in the face, she looked at him carefully for the first time. The elf's long, blond hair was rain-drenched, but drying fast, still perfectly smooth and sleek. He was handsome, she realised. He had chiselled, even features, and looked out from beneath level, straight eyebrows with eyed almost as blue as her own. It was with some surprise that she noticed the tear tracks on his fair cheeks. Hesitantly, she reached out and touched them. It seemed so incongrous in this setting, in this atmosphere, but a reminder to her also. She had been cut off from others for so long, knowing only her own thoughts and emotions. Calm as this warrior may appear, he clearly had problems to equal her own. For a second, her defensive demeanour softened. Just a second, before she recovered her guard. Turning sharply, Faeirex walked to the other side of the clearing and stood with her back to him, trying to get her feelings under control. She wasn't ready for this, for dealing with another. Her years of solitude left her vulnerable, and she knew it.
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