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Date Posted: 20:52:52 06/27/01 Wed
In reply to:
Calhoun
's message, "~~~~~~>" on 19:23:08 06/26/01 Tue
Halting alongside a group of rose bushes, she reaches out and plucks a rose of virgin white, twirling it between her fingers, carefully avoiding the pricking thorns. Head lowering as gentle gaze idly watches the whirling flower, soft tresses fall forward to hide her young face.
Musing over his question, she murmers quietly, voice barely audible. "My roots..." Finally looking up, she tilts her head slightly, mesmorizing eyes allowing their gaze to rest upon Calhoun as she turns about to face him, skirt rustling slightly as she moves. "Ireland" She states simply, before deciding a brief moment later that she really ought to be more specific. "I am from a small kingdom on the most southern coasts of Ireland... Or perhaps I should say a small kingdom that was on the most southern coasts of Ireland. For, I am afraid, it no longer stands there. Or anywhere." Tone having an odd note to it, she breaks her gaze away from his and turns back around. Releasing the rose, it drifts down to the side of the path, coming to rest upon a patch of rich green grass...it's velvet petals standing out dramaticly against the darker color.
Clasping hands in front of her, she continues down the path, expression holding a look that was impossible for any to figure out.
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