| Subject: Re: In the forests of the night? |
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Gwenneveire
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Date Posted: 15:49:40 09/16/02 Mon
In reply to:
Monet
's message, "Re: In the forests of the night?" on 20:25:22 09/14/02 Sat
Gwenneveire smiled through her pain. ::Your Cheysula sounds like an intriguing lass,:: she said to Monet. ::I look forward to meeting her; and even more, since she is helping my boy.::
Gwenneth winced suddenly and stopped to crouch, panting. ::Forgive me, kind lir. I cannot move very quickly, I fear... And also I fear to face my boy. I have betrayed his trust-- to save his life, surely, but how is he to understand? He does not accept mind-speech, so I cannot explain. What will he do when he sees his beloved companion of so many years revealed in... well, what will I be to him but a hulking monster?::
She lowered her head so that her whiskers brushed the ground, and heaved a sobbing sigh. ::There is an emptiness within me, friend lir... I know the cause, but the remedy might be more than my boy can bear. I do not want to hurt him... yet I must. I am torn, my friend. I would gladly spend a thousand lifetimes in exile from the Cheysuli, if only my boy would stand with me! I am afraid, though...:: Gwenneth began to sway gently, as though in a strong breeze. ::I am afraid that he... won't ever... will never... accept... who he is... who I am... who...:: With a weary groan, the liren collapsed into a bloody, bruised heap, her consciousness floating away down a dark tunnel.
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