From: John Constable (john_at_kript.net)
Date: Mon Oct 06 2003 - 18:28:01 BST
On Monday, October 6, 2003, at 01:41 am, Erica Drent wrote:
> Farli watches as the others receive their gifts, wondering what
> possessed the Corithian to be so generous, maybe they were being
> 'bought', for what she didn't really know or understand. She accepts
> her gift with a thanks to the puffed windling and unfolds the cloak.
> Her doubts are pushed aside as she looks over the cloak with a grin on
> her face. She immediately puts it on and gasps as the spell takes
> effect. Not waiting to view the other's receiving their gifts she
> races off to try the cloak out.
>
> Over the next week or so you often hear a voice say ... "Hey, can you
> see me? ... what about now?"
>
This becomes something of a game, with Pean attempting to use his
astral senses to locate her each time... The nethermancer seems grave,
but Farli senses a delight in the childish game, a reminder that elves
mature slower than humans, and even though appearing mature to his
colleagues, is still a young man at heart.
OOC; within reason, of course...:-)
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