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Date Posted: 19:45:34 06/27/02 Thu
Author: Molly Carmel
Subject: ::Waits::
In reply to: Faye 's message, "~..*Golden orbs look deep into to Molly.*..~" on 09:44:47 06/27/02 Thu

�Maiden looks 'round for water trough and spots one. Looking to the catling, she dosen't trust them, knowing humans and catlings were at, some would say, war. But more at a disagreement. One sighs as she dismounts and takes her mare to nearby water, then hands her to a nearby stable boy. Fixing lightblue cloak she walks back, then takes off her hood, revealing golden locks braided radomly, but neatly. Crystal blue orics dare the changelings to insult her kind, as many do. But feature remain emotionless, plain. Seeing tiger colored catlings, she laughs to herself, low enough for none to hear, even though the catlings had excellent hearing, even they could not hear her laugh. Orics seem to tease them all with a taunting look. Pratice made perfect. Orics lock on to the one 'fore she as she waits for a task to be assigned. She liked elvs, as they were nice and had nothing 'gainst the humans. But catlings. merf. Shall be while 'fore she trusted there kind, even more so if they were to be at war. Gossip reached her, even though she had not been to solan in a very very long time. Rumors said catlings planned to attack her race. But those were rumors. She lets breath out, keeping her guard up. Looking over towards other catlings in a group she guesses it was the council. Orbs shifting to the nearby, uh, houses? She guessed. Not used to their houses she shifts her gaze 'ver land. Seeing if fertile or dry, lush or empty, and then over bsck to the one before her.�

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Replies:

"I'll ask again," -- Faye, 14:42:46 06/28/02 Fri
- ::task:: -- Molly Carmel, 01:10:38 06/30/02 Sun
  - "Your task..." -- Faye, 09:12:50 07/01/02 Mon
  - "But..." -- Faye, 09:19:11 07/01/02 Mon
    - ::Very Well:: -- Molly Carmel, 18:11:50 07/01/02 Mon
      - ^..^ A pair of golden eyes watch her leave.^..^ -- Faye, 09:03:53 07/02/02 Tue