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Date Posted: 08:25:16 07/01/02 Mon
Author: Tasare Alalme
Author Host/IP: 0-1pool41-208.nas36.philadelphia1.pa.us.da.qwest.net / 65.129.41.208
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Lavender Breeze 's message, "*runs up and points*" on 07:36:47 07/01/02 Mon

**About thirty paces from where Lavender, the two mice, and the twenty foebeasts are, a ball of ginger fur lies balanced on a birch tree, slumbering peacefully. Unfortunately, being a light sleeper, the sound of battle bring her out of sleep slowly. A pair of previously drooping ears stand erect and twitch lightly as eyelids flutter open gradually. Mumbling to herself unintelligable words, the squirrel loosens out of her ball and sits up, a pair of hazel eyes, flecked with gray, looking around for something to blame for waking her up. What she finds is not exactly what she had expected. Raising an eyebrow, Tasare watches the battle scene with interest, musing over her options.**

"Help the creature that woke me up and take the risk of getting killed, or go back to sleep and feel guilty about it afterwords...? Help...don't help...? Ah, hellsteeth, why not..."

**The squirrel jumps off the tree, thinking that she would land with ease, seeing as she is a squirrel. However, sleep had not completely left her and she landed on her back. Lying there for a while, trying to regain her senses, she finally jumps up to her footpaws, only to fall back down again.**

"Curses...curses...curses..."

**With one last try, she finally makes it up and grabs her javelin that she had left leaning against the trunk of the birch tree, ignoring the random pieces of grass that stuck to the back of her dull indigo tunic as she scampered off towards the melee.**

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*is in the thick of things and has cut down several vermin when she takes an arrow through the shoulder. She staggers slightly before wrenchig it out and fighting with even more verocity* Sombeast please, I need assistance!! (NT) -- Lavender Breeze, 09:09:01 07/02/02 Tue