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Date Posted: 19:58:07 02/15/02 Fri
Author: C.a.m.i.n.o P.a.l.m.e.r.o
Author Host/IP: 64.108.107.195
Subject: . Search .
In reply to: }-treasure-{ 's message, "Feather Of Halcyon" on 00:33:57 02/12/02 Tue

Horned one traisped gently, as though walking 'pon broken glass. Depthless ocular careened the terra slowly, calmly.. searching. Golden chain rested warmly 'gainst masculine chest of she. Pale-hued fatale felt as though she was near something of great importance. Hallucination.. or instinct? No matter, femme traisped cautiously deeper into Barsaat. Then she found it.. the sacred Feather. Limbs seemed to not want to move forth anymore, ocular staring gently.. she did not want to believe it. But she walked closer, and touched it so tenderly it seemed she thought it might have broken because of her breath. It was real.. she had found the Feather of Halcyon..

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[> =|==> Lone warrior, a traveler, has found something to behold . . . -- Valkyrie, 08:40:24 06/15/02 Sat (64.12.101.153)

She-beast ent'reth terra, hoofbeats light 'pon th' tract. Dark orbs search th' land f'r anything 'f interest. Ahh! Here: a golden feather seen. Aie, here is something t' behold! Gently she seeks t' grasp it in 'er teeth, forgetting th' two stones already held there. Both fall t' the ground, 's ivories close 'round braid o' vines. Light bulb! An idea has come t' her. Dropping this also, femora uses forehoof t' gently tap stones o'er t' braid o' vines. Next she somehow manages t' embed both into th' braid, and soon they are both held tightly within th' weave. Snort of frustration. Th' braid is too short t' go 'bout her neck! Vine is found, and laced through both ends o' th' braid. Both ends dipped n' maple sap, 'nd allowed t' dry. This shall ensure that 't shall not come loose. Visage put b'neath th' vine, 'nd tossed. Feather of Halcyon settles 'round her neck. Triumphant, femora trots out o' th' terra.

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