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Date Posted: 16:40:12 02/28/03 Fri
Author: Eavan
Subject: (). . .Dazed. . .()
In reply to: Lukia 's message, "Sure?" on 12:20:48 02/23/03 Sun

Now sufficiently drugged, and dazed to boot, Eavan hauled herself shakily to her feet. Or - at least she tried to. It was a difficult enough task when she was sober, but now that she'd taken that potent drink of Lukia's, well... Things were easier said than done. Healing was an exhausting thing, when one thought about it, and Eavan didn't think she'd want to be in this state of recouperation for very much longer. After all, there was only so much a girl could do when she wasn't able to walk more than five furlongs without help.

"I don't want to go back..."

Her voice, slurred though it was, screamed weariness like a trumpet blast to the attentive senses of a Healer. She blinked slowly, heavily, and licked her lips. It was time to make another attempt at standing.

||One... Two... Three...??||

Again she tried, and again she failed. Any good DragonKnight might know when to accept help, she told herself reasonably. Maybe it was about time she put her pride on the wayside and asked this 'Lukia' for a helping hand.

"Uhm... could you...?"

She held her hand up wearily - ever watchful of her delicately wrapped fingers - and waited for the woman's aide.

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Replies:

Helps -- Lukia, 12:55:19 03/01/03 Sat
- (). . .Right there. . .() -- Eavan, 15:29:48 03/06/03 Thu
  - Re: (). . .Right there. . .() -- Lukia, 04:59:52 03/15/03 Sat
    - (). . .nod. . .() -- Eavan, 10:20:40 03/16/03 Sun