Date Posted:14:14:45 06/11/02 Tue Author:Charring Author Host/IP: 205.188.198.21 Subject: ¤traveler¤
Traveler's itch has struck again. Hooves long t' bear her somewhere, anywhere! T' solve this, she trots 'round perimeter 'f area. More secure, she feels now, for th' blackblood steed seems t' have disappeared from silverblood's life. Still she feels restless, after a circuit, and pauses 't exit, considering. Decision made. Onwards, now, t' Hezron. Do not think her ungrateful, f'r she is not, but a traveler cannot stay in one place f'r long.
|the sable one paused 'pon his rounds o' the cadre - a sigh emitted as he watched Charring . surely, he knew she would not stay . and yet, he had hoped against hope that she might . thorns prick, only a farewell call shatters the still air . ah, goodbyes . they always came too soon . he understood her urge to leave - 'twas that itch for travel that had brought him here, to creoto . but he also had hoped she would not move on|
