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Date Posted: 19:00:57 06/14/02 Fri
Author: everyone.
Subject: Um, right, I'm here...

Saeven smiles as Deirdre takes the form of a little, brown rabbit. She follows suit, and a orange-and-orange-striped cat takes the place of the phooka. The cat's bright green eyes gaze down at the rabbit, still perched on the log, but not with the preditory look a cat would normally have. Saeven smimply smiles.

"I don't know what else I can do to convince you, Deirdre," she says, still a cat. "I can't make up your mind for you, to believe whether or not we're evil. Of course," she adds with a mischevious smile, "we can be."

She chuckles to herself, and glances back up at Tarkin. I wonder if he finally figured out who that girl is, she thinks to herself. It makes her think back to the Castle of Light, with that damned whore nymph, the raven-haired lost-love, and the heavily pregnant Arias. All through that she had merely been a cat at best, but a pest more realistically. She has a hard time, still, accepting that that has changed. And looking at Tarkin with the young mirror of VaanDien, she feels small tinglings of jealous fear.

Still taking everything Tarkin has said in, Autumn looks down to Amadeus, searching to see if any of it is true. Her daemon, she knows, remembers far more of her early years than she does herself. ~What he says is true,~ Amadeus speaks in her mind. ~Confused by the years in between, but true.~

She looks back at Tarkin, eyes narrowed slightly�not in anger, just as she's still trying to make sense of it all.

"First off," she starts, "I don't need your protection, whether you vowed it or not. I'm a big girl, I can hold my own. I just... made a crime head a little... unhappy. Mostly by killing him, but I had very justified reasons," she adds.

"As for the rest of it," Autumn continues, a little calmer, and shakes her head, "I really don't know what to make of it right now. I never knew my father at all�only that he abandoned us�and my mother died years ago giving birth to my sister. I was just a little girl then; I don't remember her very well." Her voice, completely sedated by now, is tainted with faint regret.

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