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Date Posted: 20:31:03 06/10/02 Mon
Author: R�dia
Subject: {three�s a crowd}
In reply to: Jallya::Cariad, Terrun::Llynmynydd, and of course the Plenyt! 's message, "..." on 17:45:46 06/10/02 Mon

Knees on the verge of buckling, she plasters on a smile. Project confidence, project confidence. R�dia strides over to the young Rain and the two other women around her. During the movement, she studies the Fach. The eyes�calling her. The eyes, those eyes. Forever� Don�t give in! but the eyes� It is at this point that the practical portion of her mind forces sleeping pills down the throat of the mystic portion and she resumes her senses. She flashes a greeting grin to the others. Don�t you dare think of them as competition, think of them as companions. Otherwise you�ll be mean.
Descending to her knees, she offers her the back of her hand for sniffing. After this �initiantion� she strokes the youngling, slender digits caressing the soft pelt, hued, it seems, of the silver stars are made of. Murmuring in an exotic tongue, she greets the Fach, whispers soothingly with a rhythm, syllables falling in a liquid speech. Then, she draws the knotted rope again, offering it to the heir Rian with gusto. A game of catch the rope and rip it into tiny shreds is initianted.
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eek! the italicz are out of control! -- , 20:32:32 06/10/02 Mon
�Cautious & Careful� -- Tiamat, 22:07:18 06/10/02 Mon
- Speak when not spoken to -- Kietra, 22:37:55 06/10/02 Mon
  - �Shrug� -- �Tiamat, 23:42:16 06/10/02 Mon
    - Re: �Shrug� -- Kala, 08:20:21 06/11/02 Tue
  - ~^~ -- Shak & Niira, 23:45:14 06/10/02 Mon
    - ..::Reassurance::.. -- Chysta | Vanya, 08:36:02 06/11/02 Tue
    - �Play� -- �Tiamat, 14:49:37 06/11/02 Tue
      - Smile -- Shak & Niira, 18:31:21 06/11/02 Tue
        ..::Laughs::.. -- Vanya | Chysta, 19:44:40 06/11/02 Tue
        Smiles and nods her head -- Niku, 20:17:13 06/11/02 Tue
      - Fun and Games -- Kietra, 20:32:27 06/11/02 Tue
      - Re: �Play� -- Kally, 08:33:47 06/12/02 Wed

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