From: John Constable (john_at_kript.net)
Date: Fri Aug 08 2003 - 05:15:49 BST
On Thursday, August 7, 2003, at 10:01 am, Heltevir_at_aol.com wrote:
>
> Lenora bites her lip, raises a hand in admittance. "Me." Her voice
> tiny. She has the most childlike guilty look on her face, like the
> proverbial kid with her hand in the cookie jar. Why she was feeling
> sheepish, she wasn't quite sure. Perhaps it was all the
> carnage/mourning going on and her complete ineptness at dealing with
> it. She had to learn sensitivity at some point, aside from the kind
> that stems from a good blow to the head.
OOC: couldn't we all..:-)
Pean frowns, and knots his steepled fingers into a pair of clenched
fists.
"I believe other have experienced..strange manifestations"
he says, looking at Mearath with a raised eyebrow.
"And Shalandra had a strange message from a man who gave her mount that
mask - what was it again?"
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