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Date Posted: 17:52:28 09/17/01 Mon
Author: Tyramah
Subject: |+|+|
In reply to: *| Delphinia |* 's message, "*| lost |*" on 19:11:26 09/16/01 Sun

+The young woman, looking only to be 17, pulled up her snorting black steed, jumping off. She led the black foreward, closer to the woman and child. Earlier, she had been adorned with jewels and other annoying things, as her father had insisted she do. >Well, look where that got you.< She easily recognized the woman as the one who had led the band Arand had spyed on from afar. She didn't much care. There was nothing the woman could take from her now anyway. De'Val, though worth plenty, was vicious to all but her, and her daggers and sabers where all pretty plain, ungilded and jeweless, though practically unbreakable. Her black pantaloons and top where worth nothing more than average clothing, so no fear there. She looked behind her to see the black panther trailing at a distance. She shrugged it off with an exasperated sigh. Moving foreward, she stopped next to the woman, seeming relaxed. Truly, every muscle was tensed, ready to spring to action in a half-second's time. She began the conversation without a quiver in her voice, calmly using 'small-talk'.+ "Hmm, do you thinks she'll be alright? I'm not extremely skilled in healing." +She crouched down near the girl, still not dropping her guard.+ "Are you OK?" +She looked the child over. Other than hunger, sadness, and a sunburn, the child seemed OK, no serious injuries. She frowned.+ "Do you know where your parents are at?"

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