Date Posted:08:25:38 08/18/04 Wed Author: Nazereth Subject: Lovely Rage In reply to:
Winns
's message, "Wih the strife" on 19:07:58 08/17/04 Tue
The gold gave a small screech to show her acceptance of the tial. However, the flight was not over yet.
Nazereth flew up, higher and higher, until she reached the dark, damp storm clouds above. Giving an inward draconic smile, she leapt into the damp masses, the blackness of the cloud dimming her lumonous glow. Could he follow now?
