*A handful of leaves and dust skitter across the stone floor and a warm wind snakes through the hall. If any of the well-weathered beasts were to look up from their ales they'd lay eyes on an 'old' hare swiftly closing the double doors to the grand Salamandastron Dance and leaning her back gently against the coolness of the forged steel that makes up the doors' latch.* -- The Salamandastron Dance

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Subject: *A handful of leaves and dust skitter across the stone floor and a warm wind snakes through the hall. If any of the well-weathered beasts were to look up from their ales they'd lay eyes on an 'old' hare swiftly closing the double doors to the grand Salamandastron Dance and leaning her back gently against the coolness of the forged steel that makes up the doors' latch.*

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Basil S.H.

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Date Posted: 22:44:51 07/29/05 Fri

*She pauses for a moment and drags the back of her paw against her damp brow.* Hoy! Wouldja lookit th'place....

*She wispers more to herself than anyone as her ever-cheery blue eyes look around. The hare is the same as she always was...and it is plain to see. The strength of her limbs can't be hidden by torn pair of pants she wears, and amidst the newer scars and scrapes remains the joyful disposition that never fades. After slugging her a glass of rosewater, she orders a blackberry cordial, scrapes up a handful of candied chestnuts from a large dish on the bar's counter, and finds a seat near the dance floor. She leaps into the chair and pushes off the chair with her legs so only two chair legs remain planted on the floor. A grin spreads across her face as she thinks for a moment of the old day....many-a-season ago, when the like of her old friends lit up the dance floor.....Goldberry, the Cap'n.....Brock, Gillespie...and....she furrows her brow as she tries to recall....oh, she's already forgotten all the names, ah, well....she has aged much since coming here last, but had to come at least one last time out of respect for this legend of a place.*

Nothin' like visitin' yer alma mater...out'o'flippin' respect, wot wot!

*Basil crunches hard into a chestnut and closes her eyes as she lets the heavenly sweetness envelope her tastebuds* Mmmm.....

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