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Date Posted: 17:20:03 04/06/02 Sat
Author: Yshasha
Subject: ...
In reply to: Tais 's message, "He smiles at Yshasha" on 12:43:12 04/06/02 Sat

Noting the signs of possesion, Yshasha allows herself a small smile. No one could hide the small tensing, or the flash of jealousy in the eye - supressed quickly albeit - from another who had seen so much of it. Acerbic, cynical, maybe...but she hadn't a poet's soul as did her brother, and poets thrived on depression - she didn't. A shrug signifies her abandonment of the idea - he didn't want her to interfere, so she wouldn't. Juggling the balls as she walks away (a talent she'd picked up during long hours of utter boredome), Yshasha's eyes are caught by the gray and silver male, and the tricolor. They...now they were beautiful. Truly. Not like the female, rarity in such coloring as hers was exotic, flashy, that was true, but the meshing of silver and gray on the slightly older brother, and the flecks of gray on black of the tricolor. She drops two of her balls near them, keeping the rest in her hands. "Want to play little ones?" A self-mocking chuckle arises at the possible sadism in that phrase. What have you been told? Warmth is what they're looking for...Love and warmth, not irony or cruelty, or bitterness. "Please?" She speaks more softly, the harsh tones in her voice breaking, until, like her brother's, there is nothing but calm there. A smile at the gray's eagerness to play chaces the few traces of cynism from her demeanor, though she hesitates before the tri-color...

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