*Sitting down on a large piece of driftwood she looks over at him and brushes her own whispy hair from her face. The salty breeze blowing her skits noisily against the wood beneath her. Her gray eyes look to Gavin holding an inquisitive gleam* -- --crossroads

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Subject: *Sitting down on a large piece of driftwood she looks over at him and brushes her own whispy hair from her face. The salty breeze blowing her skits noisily against the wood beneath her. Her gray eyes look to Gavin holding an inquisitive gleam*

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Date Posted: 20:33:53 03/31/01 Sat
In reply to: Sir Gavin 's message, "As she takes off her boots... he jumps down the last of the ledge to the sandy shores... taking off his boots and setting them upon a rock... he looks up and smiles... brushing his flying golden hair back..." on 20:14:21 03/31/01 Sat

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He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head looking quite odd indeed then he jumps up.. takes her hands.... and gently throws her over his back.. making a mad dash for the water... "Now miss... do you mind... I am in a dear need for a good washing behind her ears... " Sir Gavin 20:46:15 03/31/01 Sat

*Squealing she shoots him a bizzare look although he is unable to see it. Still emitting crys of wariness she clings to him tightly, fearing of falling. "Oh no you don't!" Then struggles to dislodge herself* -- Ariel, 20:48:34 03/31/01 Sat