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Date Posted: 14:38:00 02/06/02 Wed
Author: [I'laea]
Subject: [entrant]

[The steady clop of shod hooves betray the presence of the intruders, though no move was made to hide entrance. The horse is not of deristier persuasuion, rather light considering. Unremarkable of build and color, the horse is merely a prop for the rider. Shrouded in a heavy, worn wool cloak, the rider can be discerned as female only by the light build and war braids trailing absently from beneath the cowl. Concealment is pushed back, revealing swarthy skin and sable hair framing piercing emerald eyes. Southern complexion has an exotic flair, and all is somewhat marred by a crossed scar, extending from beside nose, across chiseled cheekbones to reside beside ear and crossed with a perpindicular alternate descending from temple. Countenance is further obscured by a cold gaze, somewhat haughty air, and rosy lips pulled into a grim smile.]

[The figure dismounts, displaying both an obvious acquaintance with horseback travel and a visible wince at long hours spent in the saddle. Momentary pain is hidden as the girl pulls off her cloak and lashes it to her saddle, revealing a pair of hilts poking above each shoulder. She sends the horse on its way, knowing it wouldn't stray far, and looked about warily. The Southern Sword-Dancer had heard that this was the place to recieve training. Training she needed not, but practice, approval, and a place in the ranks of the swordsworn she did. She knew not where the instructor was, but knew they would arrive shortly.]

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Approach -- Bel'Khalyn, 19:05:58 02/06/02 Wed
- [deference] -- [I'laea], 21:18:06 02/06/02 Wed
  - >>>>>>> -- Bel'Khalyn, 19:00:04 02/07/02 Thu
    - [calm] -- [I'laea], 19:51:57 02/07/02 Thu
      - >>>> -- Bel'Khalyn, 20:21:24 02/07/02 Thu