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Date Posted: 15:56:35 05/07/03 Wed
Author: Kain-Raideth
Subject: ~!@#$%^&*()_+
In reply to: Ginny and Areyeth 's message, "Daaah... black font on dark green background *goes blind in squintyness... XD* Oh and erm... with medical accuracy... no guaruntees here... Ginny may be good at this... I'm not... so I'm guessing.. XD" on 21:18:21 05/02/03 Fri

[:waves the magical HTML ski-pole and poof! font is visible: XD.]

Raideth remains grim and silent, not flinching in the least as her arm is so meticulously set and fixing up. Something is a-whirl in that lone pool of beshadowed smoke, the dragon purging her still-sore mind. It wasn't so painful, now. A few choice memories float idly across her liaision with the woman known as Kain. A distant look is shared as the great gold finishes her work. Slowly, carefully, the green rises, shaking slightly under her own sickly-low weight, splinted arm held off the ground. The bandage seems to glow in the darkness, compared to Raideth herself. Stretched, lacklustre hide ripples as the dragoness does, her gaunt, disfigured maw pointing up to Areyeth.
We thank you forr mending ourr body... though therre is sstill ssome mental healing we musst encounterr on ourr own.
The spindly rider nods absently, moving to stand at her Impressed's good foreleg. Cloak billowing silently, the pair of ghosts move off, quickly enveloped in the deepening gloom.

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