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Date Posted: 16:43:14 06/27/02 Thu
Author: R�dia
Subject: { here goes nothing... }

From a despondant revire in a lonely vale, R�dia lopes through the woods. Thin twigs grab at the auburn hair rushing by, roots seek to trip feet that will not stop. I will not fail this time, I will not fail this time... she chants over and over again in her mind. On this two concoius' (sp?) were united. Nearing the glade, she slows. Fathomless pools, sapphire laced with silver, peer into the weald.

Word travels fast.. Straightening the leather shachel that hung at her side, she withdrew the gifts that she had been fashioning as everyone else had been arriving. Two necklaces hung with bead and glimmering stones, each with a glasp of ivory she had on her person, alibi one of her own. Two skinned squirrles, megar fare to be sure but all that could be gathered at that moment.

Straightning her shoulder and meantally preparing herself for the familiar sight, she steps towards the all important copse. It is at this point that the roots which had been endevoring to trip her on her mad dash to the glade relinquished their job to the stones, which accomplished the dirty trick much more thoroughly. Her hide encased feet caught on a rock, sending her sprawling in front of the Wytti, Plenyt and the Rain's Bonded.

Heat rises to her cheeks, thoroughly embarrassed and only just able to keep from crying.
'Nice to see you again, M'ladys, M'lord,' she says, quite forgetting that is all to informal. Pushing herself to the knees and from there to her feet, she offers the necklace and kill which she had rescued from the fall. With a helpless shade of a smile, she lets her eyes wander to this Plenyt. 12...oy She withdraws her rope, knotted plaything, and returns her eyes to the Rain, hoping she will accept the gifts, forgive her clumsiness or overlook it. Hiding a grimace, she waits.

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Re: { *beats up her fonts* their not supposed to be that big, i promise } (NT) -- [ r a v e n ], 17:49:18 06/28/02 Fri
... -- Jallya:Cariad, 21:41:48 06/28/02 Fri
- { bliss } -- R�dia, 16:36:48 06/29/02 Sat
  - ~+~ -- Sard, 19:40:49 06/30/02 Sun
    - { more the merrier } -- R�dia, 13:21:46 07/01/02 Mon
      - Re: { *murders the fonts again* stupit, stupit..} (NT) -- [ r a v e n ], 13:29:35 07/01/02 Mon
      - ~+~ -- Sard, 15:59:47 07/01/02 Mon
        ... -- Plenyt, 16:41:17 07/01/02 Mon
        ~+~ -- Sard, 17:28:48 07/01/02 Mon
        { indulge } -- R�dia, 11:08:33 07/02/02 Tue
        ~+~ -- Sard, 12:42:28 07/02/02 Tue
        { empathy } -- R�dia, 16:09:02 07/03/02 Wed