.-. <s>Slight Fear</s> .-. -- Lair of Ebon Shadows

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Subject: .-. ~~Slight Fear~~ .-.

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Tarquin

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Date Posted: 12:50:04 01/02/03 Thu
In reply to: Raistlin 's message, "+ Evil One +" on 23:47:32 12/31/02 Tue

Heart stone ritual? Heart stone ritual?! Tarquin takes an involuntary step towards Hazel, his youthful eyes suddenly deeply troubled as he glances swiftly between Hazel and her father. He has heard bits and pieces about the heart stone of a Shadow - and can guess quite a bit about the ritual. His own heart beats roughly within his chest as he forces himself to pause. The Shadow Lord must have had to go through the named ritual, and obviously survived, so why wouldn't Hazel? Nevertheless, his body tenses as he is again forced to restrain his fear for his friend.

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B&C
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Date Posted: 17:35:07 01/02/03 Thu

[Her gaze narrows into a glare that holds Raistlin's, a glare that would turn one's blood cold. But his was already.. Now wasn't it? Grimicing she looked towards Oberon for support. He was right. He was always right and she knew that. She had always known it was her fault that her family was growing apart. Sighing she looked back to the Shadow and spoke calmly.. As calmly as the frustrated dragoness could]

I don't know Raistlin. I never understood this "heartstone" business. I only give you permission to touch her and do this if it is completly neccassary. And only if she will allow you as well. I do not control Wytch Hazel and will not tell her to do something she does not want to do.

[She had said what was needed to be said. And know she retreated to the side of her mate and stood, tense and restless, beside him. The comfort of his touch soothed her little but it was enough]

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