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Post by Fledge Perpetua on May 29, 2009 13:45:47 GMT -5
Fledge sat on a log by the stream. She had finished her hunt much earlier than she had thought she would. She liked it here and had come to wash the blood from her hands. It was misty now and Fledge looked over the lush forest with eyelashes that had caught drops of water. Her golden eyes were blank as she thought. She thought alot now, about the task ahead, about Magma, and about the beauty of this serene place where she could be alone.
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Post by Jouten Kurosawa on May 31, 2009 12:14:23 GMT -5
Jouten walked a long the Merlyn's stream so he could think. The running water was clearing his head for his next task. When he said blood running down the stream, he turned his walk into a steady jog. He stopped only when he saw a woman washing her hands in the stream. A few steps closer and he realized it was Fledge.
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Post by Fledge Perpetua on May 31, 2009 12:24:44 GMT -5
Fledge heard footsteps. She got up and stared at Jouten. "Who are you?" She said menacingly. There went her peace. Her staff was in hand. She knew the special powers of only three of the rings on the staff given to her by the boy so long ago, would she have to use them?
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