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Date Posted: 17:46:49 05/13/02 Mon
Arracus walked through the streets of his city, Carenina. Though the city was small and had few residents, it seemed busy as you walked the streets. Everywhere there was sound, movement, something happening. Words being spoken in the beautiful Faerien tounge. Yet Arracus walked passed it all, he had grown occustomed to the city streets. The ruins crawling with vines, the people jumping from branch to branch in their huge trees, as if it were as simple as walking. He did not stop to look, however, he had only one thing in minde: find Rhylin.
The sun had grown high in the sky before he found his friend, he was sittting on a fallen tree by the ashes of last night's great bonfire. They had one every night. The faeries loved to sing and dance, and tell stories. Rhylin looked deep in though, a bit mournful. Arracus walked up to him. Rhylin hardly looked up, not unusual, now that Laeriel was gone.
"Hello, Rhylin," Arracus said, sitting beside Rhylin, "I've a question to ask you." Rhylin looked up, interested. Arracus continued, "Derrion and I have decided to travel to Minas Tirith, the reason is a long story I shall not bother you with now. I came to you, though, because both Derrion and I were wondering whether or not you'd desire to come with us. I know how much you miss Laeriel," he said, looking straight at Rhylin, saying things that he couldn't with words, at the momment. He was saying I know how you feel about her. He waited for Rhylin's answer. Rhylin opened his mouth to speak.
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