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Tryst
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Date Posted: 02/16/05 12:36:32am Wed
In reply to:
Myuler/Cyrus
's message, "Damnit boy!" on 02/15/05 3:54:03pm Tue
A foot appeared out of no where just as Cyrus happened to be running by, poking out of the bushes just enough to snag his leg if he weren't remarkably quick to jump. By the way he was running, he'd likely end up with a face full of grass and dirt.
Tryst grinned to herself, she kinda liked the thought of that. Unlike her mother, Tryst had no wings, looking more like an extremely skinny elf with the exact wrong color of hair and strange gray eyes. She was the epitomy of 'pale', though she blended almost seemlessly into the backdrop of the small copse of trees she had been practicing in. Old Myuler knew where she was, no use in hiding from him or he might rat her out to her mother. There would be more trouble than she wanted to think about if Tiani knew that she had slipped away again. Maybe she would get lucky and actually learn something from him this time around. Doubtful. Old people had a way of saying things in remarkably long sentences when short ones would work.
Her mind played out the example for her. Myuler would scold her and tell her exactly why she needed class and then come up with some outrageous punishment or another. Realisticly, all he would have to say is "Do that again and I tell your mom." And she'd be dead in her tracks.
Mothers were frightening creatures when enraged. Very frightening.
Her thoughts returned to the task at hand, namely introducing Cyrus to the ground and finding out where he thought he was going in such a hurry. If HE was running from Myuler, maybe she did want to hide.
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