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Date Posted: 16:17:12 05/06/06 Sat
Author: Aelphaba
Subject: Raise your hand if you don't think Momo can spell very well *raises hand*
In reply to: J'ay and Fabroizith 's message, "walking around." on 15:32:55 05/06/06 Sat

((JK, Momo. I <3 u!))

Aelphaba ran a hand over Weed's neck, calming both herself and the flighty stallion. His head was thrown way up, and the tension in his back muscles was so tight that she dismounted so she wouldn't fall. "What's gotten into you?"
On the ground, it was plain that she either did not own any shoes, or chose not to wear them, because she ws barefoot. Not only that, but she looked comfortable with her toes dug into the dirt. The hems of her dark green breeches were torn, and the cloth ragged. A jagged rip on her knee said that those breeches had seen a lot of wear. Her shirt, at one time dyed blue, didn't look much better. The sleeves were rolled to her elbows, and none of the buttons were done. This, of course, revealed her breastband and the firm, dark skin of her stomach. She didn't care. Who would see, in this wilderness?
Weed bucked, sending the saddlebags that were fastened to what remained of his saddle flying. Aelphaba cursed, and pulled the reins over her runner's head. Attached to them, where the two reins met, hung a small weight. She let the reins fall, the weight hitting the ground with a soft thump. As soon as the slack went out of the reins, the stallion stood still. He bent his head, and began lipping the short, coarse grass.
"Stupid runner," Aelphaba mumbled, pulling off her shirt to leave on the ground. She was sweating, and the extra fabric was just uncomfortable. Weed had thrown the saddlebags a long way, and she had to walk for several minutes before she saw them. They were light, holding no more than a change of clothes, some fancy clothes, and some marks. She was about to turn around to go back to Weed, but saw a flash of blue, and heard a man's voice. Though she hated being among people, she hadn't seen hide nor hair of a person since she left the boat, and its crew almost two sevendays ago. She forgot that she wasn't dressed decently for human company, especially human male company. She stole from where she was to a screening of saplings. She could see the man more clearly. He was with a dragon, and a blue fire lizard sat on his shoulder.

((And, Momo, I AM going for a blush factor.))

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Re: *rainses hnad* jking -- J'ay Fabroizith, 18:32:34 05/06/06 Sat
- You still can't spell -- Aelphaba, 12:57:16 05/10/06 Wed