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Gwenneveire / Jeffery
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Date Posted: 17:26:06 08/28/02 Wed
In reply to:
Alexis/Monet
's message, "Re: In the forests of the night?" on 16:24:21 08/28/02 Wed
Gwenneveire stumbled, and tried to rise on shaky legs. ::I will try, friend lir, but I fear I cannot move very quickly. I am sorry to have so inconvenienced you. But come! We must not allow the boy to retreat. It is now or never, for him.:: Leaning heavily upon the large tiger, her cheek pressed against his thick, golden fur, Gwenneth began a slow, hobbling trot, trying to block out the pain that rocketed through her in small explosions.
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Her voice sounded to him like the ringing of hundreds of tiny bells, like the music of a bubbling spring. "Geez," Jeff mumbled, kneeling a few feet from her and trying not to blush. "Sure, I'll help you. ...But you don't live in the city, do you? Least, I don't see you in school, or at the market..." he glanced up at her, and looked away quickly from her kind, pale blue gaze. "My name is Jeffery-- it's nice to meet you, miss." He held out his hand and she took it, and he thought that her hand was as soft as silk, smooth as the petals of a flower. He withdrew then, lowering his head to hide his blush. "We should get going; the afternoon wears on. Can you stand, miss?"
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