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Saeven and Miryam
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Date Posted: 20:27:39 04/30/02 Tue
Saeven's bright green eyes glance up to the returned Tarkin. She gives a little smile to him—or to herself?—before turning back to Deirdre. "Go ahead and find your companions if you'd rather. I wouldn't want to seperate you from them. And it won't be a catastrophe if we're held up a bit. I have to go talk to someone before we go."
She dips away from Deirdre for the moment, moving quietly over to Tarkin. For a moment, she doesn't say anything, just looks up at him. She still isn't sure if she shouldn't have just left... so he wouldn't have to bother about it. But she knows that would upset him more. "The other phooka," she finally starts, "Deirdre. I don't think she's comfortable here. We're going to go..." she trails off, thinking of where they're going; she finally resolves to just wave her hand towards the forest, "we're just going to go. I don't like it much here, either. You don't have to come, of course, I just thought... Well, it's up to you, Tarkin."
Miryam rolls her eyes. She doesn't want to deal with this great, stupid hulk. She definitely doesn't want him following her around. Maybe she should have just killed him...
"Fine," she retorts, "if I mean that much to you now, take my word and believe that I'm better off without you in my debt. I did not kill you because I did not want your blood on your hands, not because I wanted a man-slave."
As if to emphasize her point, Amadeus, still a huge, muscular couger, gives a low and menacing growl. His large amber eyes fixed on Beorn, as if challenging the man to go against Miryam's will.
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