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Post by Fiona Frostine,Gwenivire Falon on Dec 15, 2005 18:21:56 GMT -5
Gwenivire walked slowly out into the forests,wearing a light,white gown.Her hair wavered behind her.She was in almost a trance...it always happened on full moons and new moons..It was a full moon.She had on no shoes,but her feet did not blister.
She let out a soft sigh.
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Post by Nathaniel Siparti on Jan 6, 2006 10:29:27 GMT -5
The branch swung out from under him for no particular reason, the air was clear and windless, the tree's leaves hardly moved by the soft breaths of movements, but move, the branch sure did. IN an almost perposeful way.
However, there was no time to decipher these questions as the bow slipped from his fingers and with a cry and thump he landed face up on the forest's needle carpted floor. Second's later, the elvin bow, though light, came to fall on his face.
He spluttered, embarrased and picked himself up.
THank god Saphira wasn't here. In fact, it was good that no one was here to see him fall out of a tree.
HOw wrong he was.
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