| Subject: (OOC: Sorry for the disappearance, I'm back now.) **As the smoke drifts to meet her nostrils the squirrel maid follows Kliks lead and head towards its source. However, she soon peels off from the other two, silently ascending into the treetops. Making her way to the opposite side of the clearing she watches the sleeping mouse curiously. Soon enough Jask appears from the treeline and joins the mousemaid. The mouse, upon awakening seemed flustered. Figuring that there was little point in startling her further, Riasa makes her way back to camp, choosing not to reveal her presence. Reaching the merc camp she sees Klik has returned also and so slips down from the trees to converse quietly with him.** It's strange, a beast doesn't usually wander like that on their own. What do you thing brings her here? |
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Riasa Lafaryl
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Date Posted: 02:20:12 03/14/03 Fri
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Gelfuri Driftwood
's message, "*Gelfuri had had enough of the sea life and she was making her way in the world as a traveler nowadays. But of course... she was lost at the moment...*" on 12:48:33 03/09/03 Sun
>*Wandering around in the wild with nothing but the
>clothes on her back and little else, the mouse finally
>gave up walking around in circles. She was getting
>nowhere today, might as well set up camp early.
>Finding a small clearing, she had a small fire going
>before sundown, and soon a small pot of stew was
>brewing over the weak flames. Gelfuri was hungry, not
>having eaten anything since very early that morning.
>The few roots she had found smelled wonderful to her;
>even though she knew her meal was rather meager, she
>was happy with it.
>The small mouse was an odd little creature. If you
>didn't look close you might have mistaken her for some
>strange searat. But no, you must look close, but
>Gelfuri is a mouse. Her fur is a light cream color
>and she has white markings around her eyes, muzzle,
>and paws. Her fur is unusually long and fluffy for a
>mouse, and a small tuft on the end of her long tail
>shows that she is from a far off land. Her feet are
>long and slender and look like they're made for fast
>dashes and long bounds, unlike most mice. The young
>maid possesses eyes of a very dark brown, almost
>black, and her face is rather pretty and plain.
>She is only skin and bones and looks like the wind
>would blow her away if it picked up any. Her clothes
>are little more than rags and have no real color, they
>are so travel stained and patched and ripped.
>But these things don't make her odd, exactly... It's
>mainly the fact that her situation of being a starving
>beggar never seems to get to her. Smiling to herself
>she hums as she pokes her little fire with a stick.
>When her stew is done she sips it in silence and
>starts to watch the stars come out. Her thoughts
>drift to old times and her eyelids start to droop...
>The wind whistles around her and her little fire
>continues to burn, it's embers giving off a small
>amount of heat as the maid snoozes, unaware of
>anything about her.*
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