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1. OUT OF TOUCH
From: elm.murray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
[VAMPIRE-WW] - The Path of No Return
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [DL-D] Shy speaking (JP)
From: "Katie Mae" <wildcat10984@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Wed, 01 Dec 2004 20:30:00 +0000
From: elm.murray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
OUT OF TOUCH
Folks just wanted you all to know I'm still alive though my Hard Drive
is dead and our money situation is very tight right now, so I'll not be
getting a new one until somewhere in Feburary, when I get a company
bonus. Though Carys has offered me the use of her computer when she is
working I am at home. It is difficult for me to use her's for any
length of time. "Kinda like putting on someone elses cloths, it just
feels uncomfortable."
I also have some excess to do stuff at work. But I am not able to write
anything very long do to time constraints at work.
So for those in Daere, Norwall, Whiteriver, Jasra, Calypso, Vampire,
and WEB, though I likely will not be able to post much I still look
forward to reading your posts.
I also have the responsibility of the Awards which currently I will not
be able to push until I get my computer back up and running. But much
of what needs to be done is for folks to send in post they think should
be nominated just send them to awards@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
and I'll get it
all strightened out in Feb. Please don't delay start sending in post
right away, challange yourself to try and nominate at least one a
month. I know for a fact there are several worthy post already out
there.
If I am able to get any post out, I'll send through Carys or Tree
between the two they cover all the worlds I am in.
Thanks
Edward Murray
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Message: 2
Date: Wed, 01 Dec 2004 15:24:16 -0800
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [VAMPIRE-WW] - The Path of No Return
Day 14
Night
Josie rushed back to her flat and dashed up the stairs and bolted the
door.
A flurry of emotions battled within, and she found herself shaking from
anger, then fright, back to outrage, a range of emotions of grief to
embarrassment flooded through her.
Was this travesty of her mother ever to end? Was there no end to her
duplicity? Was there to be no peace for her? She haunted Josie's
every
step, thought, and feeling.
Always there, just out of reach, beckoning her to come to her and
release
her from the prison in which she had found herself in. Right now Josie
wished her damned for all of the eternities.
"HOW? How could she have done such a thing?" Josie's mind screamed.
To
have had to sit there, listening to a tale of her mother's behavior,
the way
she was, and to learn what she had done to others.
Josie's life was not the only one destroyed by her selfish acts. The
stories of her mother, her innocence flooded through the family openly
and
still debated to this day.
That Camille was an innocent in many ways was not denied by Josie and
most
of her family. That Camille could be selfish and at times a prim Dona
could
not be denied, and most said that for the most part it was just her and
what
made her so special.
Tonight a young man came to her, with information about Camille, and
her
dealings with his family. Josie had been interested, and so agreed to
meet
with him, and once again he had not shrunk from her choice of place,
the
cafeteria of the Morgue.
Josie had learned that if they truly had something to say, im****tant
enough,
they would brave the idea of the Morgue.
This young man chuckled softly over the phone, and agreed. So she once
again in less than a month's time met with someone over the issues of
the
occult, and her mother.
She watched him walk in. Dressed in subdued style of clothes and even
though he wore a cape, it seemed to fit, down to the total black of his
dress.
His hair appeared to be long, for he kept it back in a pony-tail that
was
tied with a . . . ribbon. Josie smiled softly, and thought how quaint,
but,
it did put her at ease. She watched him amble to where she was
sitting;
like he had all the time in the world.
He bowed to her, and slipped into the seat across from her. He wore
the old
world mustache and neatly trimmed goatee. Josie rather liked the old
world
traditions returning. He indeed looked very elegant. She smiled
invitingly
to him when he sat down and she hoped she had hidden her soft gasp as
she
looked into his eyes.
It was THOSE eyes! Those eyes that seemed to follow her everywhere;
forever
in her memory, her dreams and consciousness.
"Thank you for meeting with me." His soft rich velvety tones washed
over
her. Ahhh, she loved that accent, the way his words seem to roll
*****cally
from his tongue, making even the simplest word exotic and exciting.
"You said you had information concerning the death of my . . . of
Camille
Deauvereux?" she answered in the same language. She was glad he had
begun
the discussions in French. She felt safer knowing that most people,
should
they hear them would not be able to understand.
She found herself trembling, with excitement? Nervousness? Fear? She
was
not sure it was not all of them combined.
He sat there quietly, as if knowing she wrestled with inner feelings,
giving
her the time to settle herself, before he continued.
Again she felt as if she should know him. He seemed so familiar;
perhaps it
was the eyes that made her feel this way. She felt foolish, for she
felt as
tho she should know him, that in someway they were connected, and .her
mind
stopped in its tracks for the next thought came to her unbidden and she
did
not know where it came from. She shook that embarrassing thought aside
and
turned back to this man before her who sat quietly, studying her,
waiting
for her to. . . to what?
"Yes I have." He answered her just as she wondered when he would speak
again. Ok THAT was weird. She thought, she needed to lay off the
"medicine" she decided. The stress of everything was getting to her.
"Can you tell me. . " She began and was stopped by his next sentence.
"What do you know of Camille?" he asked quietly. He studied her face,
her
features. He had kept his distance, never trespassing on her space,
but he
could not stay away. Like a moth to the flame he found himself near
her,
watching and waiting.
Now was the time, he had been given permission to begin again, the
learning
of, the teaching of and finally the final sharing of. He had learned
much
of her during the last 2 agonizing years. She was much stronger than
Camille, less selfish, more curious, but less daring. Oh, she dared to
try
in secret some of her mother's ways. He had watched her, and marveled
with
her growth, and the natural wild talent she possessed. Why, if
properly
trained she might even grow to be more formidable than Camille. He did
find
that the lines between the 2 were not always crossed. He could tell
the
difference between them. Again he found himself sitting across from
her,
close enough to smell her blood, and he controlled himself to remain
calm,
cool, and give her this piece of information and then see what she did
with
it.
Josie was startled with that question. She opened her mouth to say
something, and then closed it again. She paused while contemplating
what
she should say, for in meetings such as these, what was not said
sometimes
was just as im****tant.
"I know that she was involved in the occult." Josie began simply, to
pacify
this person before her. "I know what her family thinks." She added.
Armande nodded his head and smiled to himself. She was being cautious,
this
was good, and nodded to show he understood and heard what she had said.
"What I have to share, is a darker tale." He began. "One that does not
****ne a favorable light upon her; or some of her actions."
Josie nodded in her understanding, and wondered what this new tale
would be.
She had put out in the usual places that she was seeking good
information,
worthy of a reward should it prove invaluable. The past few years she
received some good tips, small little pieces that Josie had been able
to
weave into the larger picture.
Josie was no longer surprised at what her mother could have or did find
herself involved with. That she kept the information from her family
was
hard. Hard to sit and listen to the old tales of how their fey
princess was
taken from this plane because of her goodness, her bright white light
****nning as a beacon to the dark. And in their envy snatched her away,
leaving her an orphan and the family bereft.
"I see." Josie continued, altho she wondered if he noticed the pause.
"Well, I am prepared ta listen." She offered a few prayers to the
saints
that this was one tale that she could throw away, and disregard. After
finding her personal journal, and finally de-coding it, some of what
she
read within had shocked her. She hoped against hope that he could not
substantiate what she had read.
Armande nodded and watched her brace herself. He wondered what she had
heard so far. He had watched her ever so diligently over these past 2
years. She as well as the memory of Camille had become almost an
obsession
to him. Sitting here, in this garish light she did not resemble her
mother
at all. He noticed she always kept her hair up, like she hated it, and
yet
could not be parted from it. He smiled at her and began the tragic
tale of
the betrayal of himself by Camille.
Altho he hinted that it was his namesake that had loved Camille and how
she
had been accepted by his family and the society to which he belonged,
to be
taught the power of the magic she wielded. He spoke of her duplicity,
and
how she took what had been offered, gleaned everything and tried to
sell her
knowledge to the highest bidder, and even worked with closely and
intimately
with rivals. He was surprised how well he had been able to tell her
the
truth without revealing the truth.
He watched her reaction, and was very proud of her ability to hide how
she
felt. If one were a mere mortal they would have thought this tale had
fallen on deaf ears. She sat and listened, smiled when she should,
nodded
sadly; even sighed in just the right spots. Yes she was going to
become
formidable in time. He noticed the pain of several emotions hiding
deep
within her eyes.
Armande had to be careful not to get lost in those eyes. They were so
hypnotic, and should she ever learn the way to use them to control,
even he
could be lost within their smoky creamy depths. It was the compassion
that
floated within the mix that was the strength of their pull.
He reflected back to Camille's eyes, and exotic as they were, there had
never been even a hint of compassion for others in them. She had
strong
eyes as well, and Camille knew how to use all within to command and
beckon.
No, Josie's eyes were many things, and he longed to spend the time to
learn
all that was within. He pulled himself from his reverie and focus on
what
he was telling her.
As he got to the point of the greatest betrayal of Camille, he saw the
mask
appear on her face. Her countenance had changed, and he knew that even
if
he were mortal, he would have seen the wall.
This was NOT the response he had anticipated. He had expected
something
completely different. What had he missed in his surveillance of her?
What
did she know he did not?
Now he was even more intrigued, and he wondered how could he gain
access to
her? He had hoped with this first official meeting, he could begin to
be
part of her life, slowly encroaching upon her time, and get himself
permanently ensconced within her life, and begin to teach her, to win
her
trust and loyalty. He knew enough from what he had seen she was not
one to
be bullied, or pushed over. He had found her that very first time in a
very
soft and vulnerable spot, and because the fates were what they were; he
had
lost that moment in time, where she would have been his.
"Perhaps I have spoken out of turn." He whispered softly to her, trying
to
bring back that openness he sought. He felt shut out, cold and alone
when
her openness had disappeared.
"No, you did not." She softly admitted with a hint of the tears in her
voice. She looked up into his warm luscious inviting orbs and gave him
a
weak smile.
"You spoke the truth." She whispered. "The truth, as you know it, as
was
told ta you, by the one who told you."
"Then you do not believe me?" he asked softly, trying to return the
hint of
hurt that her statement alluded to.
She surprised him by reaching out and touching his hand, to pat and try
to
offer a bit of comfort. Again she surprised him at her depth of
compassion.
That she had just received a low blow, and yet she offered her
sup****t and
comfort to the messenger.
"The tale is a sad one, tragic." She offered. "One that would break
the
heart of any who would hear of it." She looked up into his eyes, and
gave
him a soft smile.
"I believe that you believe of this tale. I believe you believe her
capable
of this cruel duplicity." Josie offered.
"I can get you the proof if that is what you need, or seek?" he
offered.
"We keep, . . . or rather My Uncle kept everything." He corrected
himself.
"I can bring it by later?" he offered, "Perhaps on another day? One
that
perhaps we can go over the do***ent together?"
Josie smiled and nodded. "Give me a day or so to think about it." She
answered. "I hate to cut this short." she hinted at the truth. "I
can't
say it has been a pleasure, well, the story was not pleasant, but .
well,
the company was." She offered with a sad smile.
"I wish I could stay, but I. . . I have some things ta attend ta." She
said
standing up. She was surprise at his fluid graceful movement to stand
before her, bow, take her hand and lightly kiss the tops of her hand.
Resting, lingering just a moment longer than necessary at the ridge of
her
knuckles and letting go of her hand.
"How shall I? She began her question.
"I shall contact you." He answered.
She nodded and hurried away, waiting until she was out of his sight
before
she bolted up the stairs, just ahead of her tears.
* * * * *
Now she was back in the safety of her flat. Back with all the memories
and
pieces of evidence that spoke of a sad tragic tale of her mother. A
spoiled, talented, vain, innocent little girl who never really grew up
and
had not realized the world, in which she played, had played for keeps.
And now she, Josie, was here to clean up the mess, just like she did in
her
job. She was the one everyone called in to clean up and then determine
what
happened to have caused such travesty.
She howled her rage and picked up the vase that just this morning held
flowers. She threw it with all her might and felt the release of
tension,
and turned to look for another free piece of pottery to throw and
release
the anger seething below. She felt the rage begin to boil, and she
knew she
could not control it this time, this time it would boil over and she
did not
know what would happen, so long had she kept the lid on, hopin it would
simmer down and go away. She had hoped knowledge of what happened,
would
have eased the pain and rage. She had been wrong.
She turned on her CD player, and heard the song. She stopped cold, it
was a
sign. THIS is exactly how she felt. She rummaged through her
collection,
and found the CD, and changed it out. She found the track she wanted,
pushed repeat and turned up the volume.
She stood for a moment, and listened to the words of the song, and knew
this
song, she lived this song, daily, for 20 years. She was tired of
trying to
please and placate the ghost that was her mother's memory.
Nicky was right, as was Max and even A.J., even tho that thought stuck
in
her craw. Now was the time to end this reign of sleepless nights,
terror,
and being haunted every waking moment. Dogged by the memory, and asked
to
dance the high-wire by her family. It will end tonight! She
determined.
Josie made her way to the sanctuary of the loft. The place she had
turned
into a shrine of her mother, her ways, and her family's ways. Tonight
it
ends, here and now, she mused.
The music followed her up and it surrounded her and gave her the power
to
break the chain. She opened the trunk and removed the dress that had
been
one of her earliest memories. She put it on, and let her hair down,
and
pulled the sheet off, to find herself standing in front of her mother's
reflection.
Josie braced herself for she knew must be done. It had to end, forever
tonight. She called the words she had memorized in her mother's little
books, and felt the ****mmering flow through her. She looked into the
looking glass, and began to sing. She sung the song to her mother.
She let
her anguish flow and begged the reflection to release her.
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
cause your presence still lingers here
and it wont leave me alone.
She picked up a small ****trait of her mother as a child
She threw it across the room, and let it bounce off the wall and fall
to the
floor, the sound of glass shattering echoing through out the room. She
knocked off all the pictures that she had placed on shelves, and on top
of
tables and an old dresser.
Everything came cra****ng down.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much time can not erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But, you still have all of me.
Josie reached into the open trunk and pulled out each and every journal
she
had found, read, studied and memorized. She screamed her pain, the
rage
flowing behind every word, and flung the journals out from the loft, to
let
them fall, scatter over the lower ****tion of the open room below.
You use to captivate me by your resonating mind
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind.
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me..
Josie reached in and took the box of trinkets and tokens she had
collected
from her suitors and lovers.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you'll still with me
I've been alone all along
BUT, you still have all of me.
"NO MORE!" She shrieked at the image before her. She threw the box of
trinkets at the figure standing before her. She heard the shattering
of the
glass, and watched as several large pieces from the mirror fell to the
floor.
Josie reached into the trunk and found a pair of scissors and reached
for
her waist length hair, and began to cut. Over and over the song
played, and
while Josie cut her hair she sang to the fractured image of her mother.
Slowly, as the hair fell to the ground; her mother slowly disappeared.
She
took the scissors and began to tear the dress. Josie shredded the
dress, and
cut it into strips as she peeled it off her body. When she looked up,
she
saw for the first time Josie. She did not know how long she stood
there,
taking in the new image before her. She was wearing almost nothing,
just a
sheer under-dress and the tear stained face. Her long hair which she
had
hated and afraid to let go of, was now at shoulder length; the signs of
deliberate hacking were obvious.
The song played on and on and Josie just stood amongst the ruin and
devastation of what was once her life. Tonight she started on a new
one,
her own path. Camille was dead.
"experts from My Immortal by Evanescence"
NRPG: Just moving Josie's story along
[SUMMARY]
Josie mets with a man who speaks to her of a tale of her mother's
betrayal
to his family. She thanks him and leaves. Later in her own flat she
is
overwhelmed and outraged at her mother's behavior and tired of living a
lie
about her. Josie decides to end the haunting and try to move on to her
own
life.
Respectfully Submitted by
Carys Murray
aka
Josie
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Message: 3
Date: Thu, 02 Dec 2004 02:42:51 +0000
From: "Katie Mae" <wildcat10984@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-D] Shy speaking (JP)
Day 104
Morning
<Snip>
"Akety I need your help and Lexi she is going to need yours. You may
have
noticed the large amount of eggs we have. T'rell and Jason have found
several possible searchlings though we are still a few short I feel
they
will have all the candidates they need by the hatching time." She got
up
from her desk and moved to stand before them. "What I need from you
Akety if
you feel you are up to the task is to take charge of the searchlings."
She
stepped over to Akety and set down next to her and took her small in
hand in
to her own, like a mother asking a favor from her oldest child. "Show
them
around the warren tell them what it means to be chosen what living in a
warren is like and what will be expected of them.' She patted the young
girls hand and got up.
<End snip>
Lexi eyed the statuesque warrenlady. She was a beauty to be sure and
even
though was very secure in womanly assets, he doubted that Thea was
truly
aware of the raw ***uality that surrounded her, that literally oozed
from
her every movement. He'd heard some of the men's comments about her and
since the winning the queen's mating flight he'd received more then his
share of questions, that which he answered only with a smile.
Crossing his arms he watched as the Duchess explained to Akety about
the
searchlings and held back a smile at the little brunettes horrified
look.
But, he wasn't sure if he was overly happy about getting stuck with the
searchlings. He was a dragonrider for pete's sake not a baby sitter,
and
that's what Thea was tasking him with. Of course it did have
possibilities
as it gave him more freedom of movement and he wouldn't be on patrol as
much
which was good too as that would give him, Panda and Rayn a chance to
get
the traps they'd discussed with T'rell set up. But still he was
definitely
going to take a ribbing from the guys over this.
Her voice faded for a brief moment as he couldn't stop his eyes from
roaming
over the woman's lush curves. Suddenly the topaz eyes were boring into
him
and Lexi smiled fighting the urge to lick his lips appreciatively. Thea
lifting her chin slightly turned back to Akety and the blacksmith bit
back a
chuckle as he crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall waiting
for
her to finish.
Alexis and Akety left, the little brunette not knowing what to think or
what
to do. She was not a speaker, she couldn't stand in front of people and
talk. Everyone would be watching her, how many would be watching her.
Alexis looked down at Akety and could see the stress in her eyes.
"What's
wrong little bit?"
"I have never talked in front of a group of people before, what if they
don't listen to me?"
He chuckled softly. "Trust me they will listen." and patted her on the
back.
She heaved a big sigh. "If you say so."
"Yeah, I say so! You'll do just fine kiddo!" In a way he was kind of
glad
they had this moment as he hadn't really had much of a chance to talk
to her
since the fiasco the other night and he was afraid she might be
avoiding
him.
Stopping he gazed down at her and ran his fingers through his black
curls
with a deep sigh, "Listen Akety, about the other night.."
Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak but Lexi cut her
off.
"The mating flight kind of screwed everything up and.and.. I guess I
owe you
an apology for trying to .."
Akety's cheeks flamed and she immediately dropped her gaze, "It's ok
Lexi,
don't worry about it."
Smiling he reached out and lifted her chin so she would have to meet
his
gaze, "Girl, I do worry about it! All sorts of crazy things can happen
during a mating flight and those first few minutes after the guys are a
bit
nuts and will grab anything that resembles a girl. As you saw..."
The brunette's cheeks grew brighter red and the blacksmith chuckled yet
the
pleasant sound didn't reach his eyes. "I'm serious Akety, if Ish tells
you,
or you realize a female is flying I want you to promise me that you
will
duck for cover! I don't want you getting hurt or maybe worse! Okay?"
<Searchling meeting with The Duchess>
Alden and Alton pushed their way in with the other seachlings. Once in
the
office they glanced around. They didn't know everyone else very well,
and
when Alton noticed the women that hung out with Dante they pushed their
way
over there, they didn't know her, but they knew her better then anyone
else.
They stayed a few feet away from her, so as not to crowd her. They
whispered for a bit till they got pointed out and then they listened
the
rest of the time quietly.
Once it was over they hurried out, so they won't be the last ones in
the
office. They went out side and sat under a tree.
"So what do you think of this whole dragon rider thing?" Alton asked
his
brother.
"Its something big, that never crossed my mind that would happen."
"It will be so cool. I bet the dragon that bonds with me....will
be...exactly like..well me!" He got a big grin on his face.
Alden groaned. "Yeah, that's all we really need is other you."
"You can never have enough of me."
"Oh yes we can." He stuck his tongue out at him.
<Mid Afternoon>
A small woman stood next to a very tall man. The women though standing
next
to the man seemed scared and seemed as though she wanted to turn and
run.
The man was Alexis and the other was Akety, they were waiting for the
searchlings on the green.
As the searchlings starting to come Akety starting to fidget. Braiding
and
unbraiding her hair.
"Listen Squirt it's going to be ok! You'll be just fine!" Lexi mumbled
under
his breath unable to hold back a grin at her nervous fidgeting.
Akety's eyes traveled the mountain of a man standing next to her.
"That's
easy for you to say!" She quipped in answer twisting her braid around
her
finger bringing a quiet chuckle from Lexi.
After a few minutes all of them were there. Akety stood there with
Alexis at
her side. She didn't know how to start, or where to start.
"Um...I'm Akety, this" She pointed up to him. "Is Alexis. We will be
talking
to you about the warren and stuff you will need to know."
There was a bit of mummer but it was nothing to loud that she couldn't
talk
over it.
"You all have been chosen to join with a dragon. Now a dragon is not a
pet,
he or she is your soul mate. It's something that if it feels pain you
will
feel the pain. If he or she dies you die." She looked up to Alexis.
"That's
ok isn't?"
He nodded. "That's a great start."
Giving Akety the 'center stage' so to speak Lexi stood a little back in
a
relaxed stance the massive muscles in his crossed arms catching the
eyes of
the young female searchlings, not to mention a few of the males. Barely
moving his lips he added in a tone so low that only Akety could hear
him.
"You might want to add that even though they have been chosen that it
is no
guarantee that they will join during this hatching. Sometimes
searchlings
will stand on the sands many times before they are chosen by a
hatchling.
But either way they must be prepared.."
Even though the blacksmith appeared to have his full attention on the
group
in front of him, in truth he was also scanning the area. Non-chanlantly
he
let his gaze roam here and there taking in all the faces and movements
that
were within his visual range. So far they had been unable to catch any
spies
but he knew they were there and if he was any judge the warren had
quite a
network of unscrupulous lowlife's that would love to see Daere brought
to
her knees. It was just a matter of time.
Hearing the Squirt relay his words the edge of his lips faintly curved
upward as he saw a shadowy figure snooping around outside the storage
caves.
The movements were too stilted to be someone just wandering by.
[Samson, why don't you and Flerrion go check out who's snooping around
the
store rooms and let them know that'' not a good place to be. Nicely of
course!]
Turning an eye back to the young woman, she had relaxed a little but he
could still feel her nervousness, "Hey Sweetpea," he whispered. "Let
them
ask you questions. I'm sure they have plenty."
Akety glanced over her shoulder at him with a little smile and Lexi
threw
her a reassuring grin and a wink.
*Questions? Alright I can do that.* "Alright, do any of you have
questions?"
Hands rose almost instantly. Akety have closed her eyes and pointed.
"You,
what is your question?"
"I heard that you have to oil your dragon and stuff, why?"
Akety brain froze. The searchlings around her watched as she seemed to
stair
out in the distance.
[To keep me nice and ****ny and to keep my scales healthy.]
She repeated what Ishtar had told her and smiled. Another hand went up.
"Yes
you."
"What were you looking at?"
"It happens when you are talking to your dragon."
"Can you talk to more then one?"
"No....unless your like T'rell and you will have to talk to him about
that."
This went on for a half a hour and then it ended, Alexi patted Akety on
the
back and told her she did a great job. She smiled up at him and said
her
thanks as he went on. Akety had told the searchlings that she would
meet up
with them some time later on to take them around the warren to show
them
where everything was. But she was not sure on the time. She that she
would
call them altogether.
Akety turned from saying goodbye to Alexi and she saw Weya standing
where
everyone had been. She looked so strong and unafraid of the world.
Akety
walked over to her wondering what she was still doing here, it was
getting
late.
"Weya what are you still doing here. Do you need anything?"
Tags> Carys!!
Respectfully submitted By
Katie
aka
Akety
Tree
aka
Alexi
NRPG: Sorry it took so long :P
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