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Lady Catrina Bethany

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Date Posted: 00:36:39 07/17/01 Tue
In reply to: Lord MordanVielen 's message, "---" on 20:33:17 07/16/01 Mon

>-A rush of warmth rises to her cheeks, the rose hue now a pallid crimson. "Yes, Justin was a fool." She draws on, rouge lips persed in deep thought. "24, I am aging!" She crys somewhat exasperatedly. "It just seems, every day draws on, and I am still the same young foolish maiden who arrived here only to make the impression to others of a..." She hesitates and winces as previous memories of her time at the kingdom of Hogwen race through. "It seems as though, you may seem at any time. Each day draws on, I lose another companion. The people of our kingdom seem to have waning affections for me." She smiles weakly back up to him. Eyes alight with a crack of lightning. "Look at me, sitting here, in such a shape, nearly in tears at the idea of people not liking me.." She laughs and pulls a sopping tissue from her neatly sewn pocket of her skirts. The initials scrawled in sloppy embriodery. Letting it fall, the crinked white linen slowly appearing to lose visibility as the wetness of the ground seeped through.-<

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---	Lord MordanVielen	11:05:28 07/18/01 Wed
�-� -- CB, 11:10:18 07/18/01 Wed --- -- Lord MordanVielen, 11:50:10 07/18/01 Wed �-� -- Lady Catrina Bethany, 11:58:31 07/18/01 Wed --- -- Lord MordanVielen, 12:08:39 07/18/01 Wed