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Gwenneveire
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Date Posted: 08:45:09 08/10/02 Sat
In reply to:
Rio
's message, "A Chance Meeting?" on 07:25:46 08/10/02 Sat
Gwenneveire sat a prudent distance from the prone Cheysuli. She smiled sadly, her golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim, thundery light of the approaching storm.
::You have touched upon my very reason for seeking you out,:: she said carefully. ::My lir, unfortunately, does not know he is a lir. In fact, the thought of even being mistaken for a Cheysuli is his worst nightmare. His family broke away from the clans many generations ago and the magic has weakened in his line, but in this boy the Cheysuli blood is manifested in great power. But you see, his family has forgotten that they were ever more than just humans.::
The large cat sighed, and briefly the weight of her many years' toil showed in the droop of her ears, the weary roll of her shoulders.
::Since the day of his birth, when I came to him, he has accepted me only as a beloved pet. None of my attempts to free his mind have even come close to doing so. He is strong. I come to you now in desperation, for I cannot free him alone. I must ask your help for my lir.::
She lowered her head humbly, waiting for a reply. She thought of the boy, and her heart wrenched in misery. She would run to the ends of the earth and beyond, if needs be, to find the way to free him.
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