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Date Posted: 19:43:58 01/09/03 Thu
Author: Tsuga/Tavie
Subject: Uncomfortable.
In reply to: Kaete||Eliane 's message, "»SwordLady«" on 14:29:13 01/09/03 Thu

Tsuga was becoming antsy, standing so long in the over-crowded, too-cool room. As her thoughts absently wandered over the plan she and Tavie had so painstakingly reviewed and perfected, her hand unconciously flexed, and she, too, drew her sword. As all the others, hers too was unique, and of a special story with great meaning to her family and herself. Shifting it to catch the light, she caught her breath, as always, at the crimson glint of the thin metal. The sheen of it in the dim lighting of the area caused it to nearly glow, the color of the steel seeming to pulse. Examining the emralds in the hilt, she smiled softly to herself, then moved her caressing eyes to read it's inscription. 'Twas in a foreign language, but her father, before she was abandoned, told her the meaning. The inscription read: "Vasnilshca banglee, fanctinile tanvish." Or, "Sword wielder, forever live." As a toddler on her father's knee, she had learned that the weilder of this sword could not be felled by enemy sword or weapon in battle. It would help her against the Rokor, though she must be careful to slice as close to their heads as possible. For, the sword only killed if it was 'tween head and heart, the two most vulnerable spots on any living creature. A bit unsettled at the thought of family come and gone, and of the horrors now relived, she quickly returned the sword to it's hilt, shaking her head lightly to rid her mind of the disturbing thoughts. {They do not matter any more. I am yours, and that's all that should matter.} I know, dear, but... {I know.}

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