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Post by Fleur Delacour on Dec 10, 2005 16:24:34 GMT -5
Fleur sat by the lake. She ran her fingers through the water so clear. Fleur had brung her drawing pad and loved to draw so she drew her horse. She dreamed about her true love coming, and she sang her favorite songs. She wanted to talk to someone, so she waited for someone to come.
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Saphira Siparti of Elvinoire
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Sometimes your heritage your downfall...& your greatest strengh your greatest weakness...
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Post by Saphira Siparti of Elvinoire on Dec 10, 2005 19:11:05 GMT -5
Saphira was alone. No surprises there.
But in this case, it was thouroughly justified. She was flying. No surprises there, either, she supposed. The lakeside was oddly deserted and, tired and windswept, she touched down lightly under a willow tree, its braches touching the waters. Though she didn’t often think about it, on the rare occasions she did, it made her sad to be alone. Even her brother seemed to be avoiding her.
It wasn’t really her fault she was so insulting, so rude, so cold to others. One’s personalities are the result of their environment. And until recent years, that environment had not been a pleasant one.
One full of deceit. And she had to adapt to it. But now, the cold shell that had served her so well, was betraying her.
She had no friends, no allies, only enemies, wherever she went.
Ofcourse she noticed the girl by the lakeside, drawing. But she didn;t speak or venture forwards. Her attempts at making friends had not led to good memories.
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Post by Fleur Delacour on Dec 31, 2005 11:15:40 GMT -5
Fleur saw a girl walk up the lakeside. "Hello. I havent met you before have I?" she asked her, "My name's Fleur Delacour. Ze lake is beautiful in this time of day, eh?"
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Saphira Siparti of Elvinoire
Mage
Scholar[M:0]
Sometimes your heritage your downfall...& your greatest strengh your greatest weakness...
Posts: 279
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Post by Saphira Siparti of Elvinoire on Jan 1, 2006 2:49:24 GMT -5
Saphira came to sit next to her.
"Yes. It is. Nice to meet you Fleur...I'm Saphira. Saphira Siparti." she paused, thinking the name over and analyzing the girl in front of her with casual glances.
"Are you...perhaps...French?"
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Post by Fleur Delacour on Jan 14, 2006 10:32:34 GMT -5
"Oh, yes I am Flench and ploud of it! My father sent me over here so I could make some new fliends and to be safe from ze war in Flance. I am liking it here in Avalen"
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Saphira Siparti of Elvinoire
Mage
Scholar[M:0]
Sometimes your heritage your downfall...& your greatest strengh your greatest weakness...
Posts: 279
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Post by Saphira Siparti of Elvinoire on Jan 17, 2006 23:03:49 GMT -5
Saphira smirked.
"War in France? Thats...unfortunate." she paused. "Are you perhaps a mage?"
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Post by Fleur Delacour on Feb 25, 2006 10:26:09 GMT -5
Yes, I am a Mage. My father also sent me hele so I can find someone to mally. Do you know any single gentleman?
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