From: Heltevir_at_aol.com
Date: Sat Aug 23 2003 - 17:02:36 BST
Lenora rides high due to that lovely compliment that she was given and her
good mood seems to carry for the rest of the day. Ohhh, she loved compliments.
And it wasn't often that she allowed herself to preen like a peahen, but that
was just too lovely to pass up.
Occasionally her eyes drift towards Maereth, searching out any other
similarites between the dream of the one that appeared to look as he did, and the man
who rode with the party now. She tries not to let it be noticable, as that
would be rather embaressing. And spent some time thinking up excuses just incase
he did.
The mention of a creature approaching though drew her back down to earth.
> "Lenora, Maerath, would you care to join me in this dance?" He inclines
his head > slightly.
"Of course, my good friend. When would I turn you down for a good melee, save
for the heinous beating the other day at practice." Lenora laughs good
naturedly.
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