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Date Posted: 14:45:47 12/29/01 Sat
Author: Silver Weave
Subject: *another stranger approaches* "May I join?"

The moon dances lazily over many waves, signaling the start of night. Though the majority has retired, the lingering few were some to witness another stranger approach Blue River through the arrising dusk. Despite the darkness a thin silver column of light occasionally creeps into the dull water this loner passes. *With a final sweeping motion the figure halts before the leader of the pack. Impatiently swiping poofs of abaiser hair from her face, she smiles softly and begins to speak in a smooth, melodous voice.*
"This is a unique place, far more interesting then where I have come from. I have been searching for an abditory from certain people. There is no better surrounding, it seems, then beauty, something obviously posessed around here, with a charm. I seek permission from the one called Blue River, to join your lands; if you will." *The lady begins to tease all of her abundant black hair in a calm yet nervous state, its length; to her waist.* " I am called Silver Weave," *she speaks suddenly,* " because of my tail. Do you see its pattern?" For over a simple white tail lay a webbing of silver strands, entwined in the very scales.

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