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Date Posted: 19:46:23 01/23/04 Fri
Author: Muireall Darkensong
Subject: .:~*~:.Whee.:~*~:.
In reply to: Demeter 's message, "Surprise." on 16:29:48 01/22/04 Thu

(Actually, I am. What made you ask? And feel free to dump Demeter on me whenever it's appropriate. X_X *is a bad switch person*)

Muireall laughed. She couldn�t help it. It wasn�t that she meant any disrespect or anything else of the kind. It was only that she had never expected to become Joined so soon after she had arrived in Falandia, if at all. And the fact that life had contradicted her expectancies appealed to her sense of humour. Demeter�s imitation of her manner of speech only served to increase her amusement.

But once what the wolf sitting before her had said finally sunk in, Muireall�s laughter subsided. �Ye be my Joined?� Her voice was hushed in shock, and the elf stared at the wolf before her with something akin to awe. Slowly, tentatively, Muireall reached out with a tanned and callused hand, and began to stroke the wolf, running her fingers through the silky fur.

Then Muireall withdrew her hand to allowing the wolf it�s bouncing room, and her lips curve up into a wry smile. �Ye can�t be me Joined, Demeter. Ye be much too pretty for one such as me!� she jokes, enjoying the wolf�s playfulness.

She then turned her attention once more to finding a suitable stick, but Demeter�s query interrupts this activity. �Aye,� Muireall replies with a grin, �ankle sore. But who be this Screamer? My stay here has been short, an� I regret to say I ain�t met them.� Then, with a smile, the elf slyly inquires as to whether or not she would get to ride Demeter to meet this healer and her Joined.

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*happy.* -- Demeter, 10:09:40 01/24/04 Sat
- .:~*~:.Travel.:~*~:. -- Muireall Darkensong, 19:07:35 02/09/04 Mon