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Subject: Gold tresses plastered to her face she attempts to push the annoying curls away, but to no avail.

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Anne
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Date Posted: 20:38:15 09/21/01 Fri
In reply to: Lord Nickolai 's message, "*Laughter emits heartily from him, humor glittering his eyes...* Now, dear girl, do you feel better? Refreshing and cold, is it not? *He smiles broadly, still chuckling and extends a hand* Would you care to return to find some dry clothes? *offers his ebony cloak to her soaked form* This may keep you a little warmer, dear Anne. *His smile broadens and more laughter escapes him as he remembers the way she looked as she fell...*" on 15:11:24 09/21/01 Fri

A shiver runs through her slender frame as the cool wind blows past the, the chill increased with her drenched garments, though smile remains. "Yes, it was. Especially cold!" Giggles finally subsiding, she accepts the cloak greatfully, pulling the dark cloak tight about her shoulders. Giving a nod of agreement she motions towards a path close to the one they had taken earlier. "Yes, I suppose I should change before I catch cold. I am residing at an Inn at Nithgrove River. It is just a few minutues walk from here."

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Then on to Nithgrove River we go! *He smiled and placed a hand at the small of her back and set off toward the path* (NT) Nick 20:41:01 09/22/01 Sat

(OOC: Let's continue at the Inn at NR) (NT) -- Jen--Player of Anne, 22:08:10 09/22/01 Sat