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Date Posted: 18:58:13 01/03/03 Fri
Author: Genold
Subject: ...consider...
In reply to: Adraine 's message, ".:poor beast:." on 14:57:50 01/03/03 Fri

The middle-aged man seems to consider her idea, examining her with keen interest. "If I had a vine," he chukles. "I could do a lot more than that."

His eyes are cast to the impatient steed below them, then turning to examine the scatterings from the travel pack that had once been on his saddle. The pack itself lay torn in the corner of the pit, a handful of dried peas laying about the scarred hole in the material. Genold sighs at the sight of his ruined belongings.

"There goes dinner," he growls. "But I'm more worried about the seeds in my saddlebag. I owe a man fifty-eight shillings if I don't get them to Kavanagh."

His eyes finally dart to her, curiously. "You're an elf, Adraine, albeit a young one. If you'd be willing, I could ask you to help me with something."

He does not wait for a reply just yet. "There's two oaks over there, left over from the forests that once surrounded the village." He gestures to the east. "They have sturdy roots. Unless..." he stops himself. He was not so loose-jawed as that...and yet he could not help but wonder. "Unless you're afraid you don't know how."

A pause ensues. A grin slowly begins to cross his face. A guess was a guess...he guessed. If she didn't know, she couldn't help. Let her know...it would be fun. Almost casually, he runs a long fingertip through his silvery hair, brushing it back behind his head. A single, however battered, but evidently pointed elven ear appears. "Don't worry, Adraine. Those oaks are my friends, too."

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Replies:

.:a test:. -- Adraine, 07:05:24 01/04/03 Sat
- ...laugh... -- Genold, 23:39:33 01/04/03 Sat
  - .:not amused:. -- Adraine, 08:35:10 01/05/03 Sun
    - ...shrug... -- Genold, 11:16:49 01/05/03 Sun
      - .:help:. -- Adraine, 13:24:04 01/05/03 Sun
        ...ready... -- Genold, 05:10:21 01/07/03 Tue
        .:pulls:. -- Adraine, 14:20:29 01/08/03 Wed
        ...pull... -- Genold, 05:10:55 01/09/03 Thu
        .:sighs:. -- Adraine, 14:38:08 01/09/03 Thu