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Date Posted: 17:45:21 06/26/02 Wed
Author: Drayen
Subject: *Build*
In reply to: Anael 's message, "'You would be surprised.'" on 17:32:29 06/26/02 Wed

*She nods* Lets just say I learned at hte age of five that you have to build off the past... not dwell in it... *she moves from teh window back towards him and settles on the edge of the bed and offers a seat to him, or even the edge of the bed as well if he wished* I was five... My mother a healer and my father a respected knight... a leader... One night I was with my father along the castle wall on patrol. My mother was up in a watch tower and father was taking me to go see her and send me to bed for hte night. before we reached hte tower i heard her screem... when we got there she was dea, a throwing dagger had pierced her heart, she died quickly, when I ran to her a man came after me with a blade, he meant to strike me down as well through teh heart... my father got in the way, took hte blade meant for me... in his dying moments he handed me his sword... the one I have with me now... *she sihed* that is where it started, from there I ran... ran away... an orphan all my life, too scared to go back. I came across many hardships... men that beat me... one even cut me so baddly in a drunken rage that I lost all control of my left arrm... it took me ayear but I managed to gain it back... though still I cannot feel pain in that arm. i developed a strong 'disliking' of men... that changed when I came here.... whats hard now... is teh fact that my mother's killer, and my father's are both in these lands as well... *she lets her gaze fall to the bed, she didn't need to speak of who they were... she knew she wouldn't lie to him, but she wouldn't tell... unless asked...*

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Replies:

'That's tragic.' -- Anael, 18:10:21 06/26/02 Wed
- *Wonder* -- Drayen, 18:18:48 06/26/02 Wed
  - �Wings....� -- Anael, 18:47:57 06/26/02 Wed
    - *Still* -- Drayen, 18:56:01 06/26/02 Wed
      - �He closed his eyes...� -- Anael, 19:06:29 06/26/02 Wed
        *Quiet* -- Drayen, 19:09:12 06/26/02 Wed
        'If it makes you feel better...' -- Anael, 19:18:45 06/26/02 Wed
        *Nod* -- Drayen, 19:20:57 06/26/02 Wed
        'Of course.' -- Anael, 19:26:59 06/26/02 Wed
        *Yourself* -- Drayen, 19:32:17 06/26/02 Wed
        'Yet, you did.' -- Anael, 19:37:55 06/26/02 Wed
        *Blush* -- Drayen, 19:39:17 06/26/02 Wed
        �Laugh.� -- Anael, 19:51:58 06/26/02 Wed