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Date Posted: 16:30:34 04/18/02 Thu
Author: Eochaidh
Subject: ~Move~
In reply to: Danica 's message, "Watches silently" on 05:19:43 04/18/02 Thu

Amusement flickering once more in heliotrope irisis, she glances momentarily at the back of the obviously miffed female then returns her attention to the dwellings, choosing one of adequate protection and stepping inside. Cool, clean and comfortable.. she takes note of the suitable, yet small surroundings, fingers working lithely to undo the many straps keeping her luggage secure. The various packs fall quietly to the soft, leaf-covered floor, as does her travelling cloak, unneeded in the element-protected shelter. The cloak is hung upon one of the convenient branch-like pegs, the packs either also hung or stored carefully in the pile of leaves serving as bedding. Lastly come the weapons, the bow and quiver placed gingerly upon the ground, the twin swords also unhitched but kept close at hand. The daggers and shortsword remain attatched firmly to her belt as she sinks with a slight wince to her knees, feathered ebony legs folding neatly beneath her. At last a sigh of.. relief perhaps emmits from the stern faced warrior, allowing her muscles to relax.. but only somewhat. She was obviously unliked and until the relations improved.. she would be sleeping with one eye open and a hand on her sword..

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