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Areanna
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Date Posted: 04:03:12 04/09/01 Mon
In reply to:
Och
's message, "A man walks up to her soon to be clan leader...>>" on 19:47:35 04/08/01 Sun
She trembles in her thin jerkin, the blade bringing her little reassurance. Suddenly she hurls it, into the bushes, far away. She begins to shout at him, in her native tongue, her body writhing and jerking as she screams. Suddenly she is calm, and says as plain as day, in his language "I am Areanna. Do not fear me, for I hold no place for fear. I talk with the gods, the mighty Slaol (sun god) guides me, he is inside me, and I must be obeyed. Even by you, sir," her small face was crossed with a look of pure terror, yet her small voice did not shake, as she stood and approched him. She dripped the blood from a cut on her palm into a container at her waist, a mixture was made of herbs and pig fat. She held it up to him. "Drink. It will make you wise and strong. It is Slaol's magic. Drink!" She waits, her face serious, focused on him, he is hansome, the gods must favour him, now she must help him. "DRINK!" she repeats.
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