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Date Posted: 19:39:02 01/21/04 Wed
Author: Muireall Darkensong
Subject: .:Shock:.
In reply to: Demeter 's message, "joyous greeting." on 11:15:16 01/21/04 Wed

Muireall sighed in frustration. �Sprained.� Disgust oozed through her being and came out with that one simple word. �Aye, well, it�s me own fault, acting like a blooming idiot. Should have ken that weren�t the thing to do, staring at some bloody trees.�

With a sigh, Muireall�s green eyes scan the landscape, searching for a long, stout branch to use as a cane of sorts. Spotting one by a bush, she wiggles forward, trying to get close enough to grab it, all the while muttering about an awful start to the day. Suddenly, a wolf sprang out from the bushes, and Muireall, with a gasp of shock, scrambled backwards. However, seeing that it was a huge wolf �with even bigger teeth- the elf realised that it must be� What a Marlissa called them? Joined. So it wasn�t going to attack her.

Then, in her mind, Muireall heard a voice, and once more almost died of shock. It was talking to her? �Ach, now I can goggle.� The elf muttered to herself, staring without comprehension at the giant animal before her. �I coulda sworn ye were talkin� in me mind.� Then it announced it�s name, and with her emerald eyes practically taking over her face, Muireall could only gape in wonder.

Finally, after a moment of silence, Muireall gathered her wits about her and sat up straighter. �I be Muireall Darkensong. Pleasure to meet ye, Demeter.� Shifting into a more comfortable position, Muireall lifts the edge of her skirt to rub her ankle, then smoothes it out again. �So...� she asks tentatively, �Ye be one o� them Joined? I don�t see �nother elf. Where�s you�re Joined?� Craning her neck to peer around the large wolf�s side, Muireall stares into the bushes, then back at the wolf again.

((Not to be a pest but� how big is she? [Demeter] and what colour are her eyes? Thanks. ^_^))

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Replies:

Surprise. -- Demeter, 16:29:48 01/22/04 Thu
- .:~*~:.Whee.:~*~:. -- Muireall Darkensong, 19:46:23 01/23/04 Fri
  - *happy.* -- Demeter, 10:09:40 01/24/04 Sat
    - .:~*~:.Travel.:~*~:. -- Muireall Darkensong, 19:07:35 02/09/04 Mon