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05-04-2003, 11:56 AM | #11 |
The Diaphanous Dryad
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: R toL: 531, past the wild path
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"Drug her???? What kind of plan is that? Come on, you're Anuion from Mirkwood not Holland anymore!"
With no warning a very annoying strange Elf came up behind them. Lyra nearly fainted. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "What kind of way is that to talk to your sister?" asked the Elf, then smiled at Anuion. "Hello there" she said, raising an eyebrow in what she thought was a seductive way. "Care for a dance?" "He's here with Aman!" Lyra hissed from the corner of her mouth, but her sister had already dragged Anuion onto the dance floor. He looked scared. "She has that sort of an effect on people" said Lyra to Rytien with a shrug. "Hopefully she won't keep him long"
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