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04-06-2006, 06:20 PM | #11 |
Shade of Carn Dûm
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It was a shock that she had been briefly addressed; enough of one that Eostre didn't have the time to think up a sane reply before Fion had been called back by another person—another excuse, of course, for no one to speak to her. But, then, why should they care to talk to her? She was nothing more than a seemingly irritable nag, an alien to the theory of just letting loose.
Perhaps they were simply afraid of her. Exhaling, she stood up and abandoned the nearby area, leaving the reach of the fire in search of something quieter to do. If no one would talk with her, she thought she may as well bore herself to tears. But she was startled out of her misery by a horse, stomping about as if it were a dog. Her eyes widened a bit, examining this scene with a silent and almost critical eye; it was so outragous in the midst of this calamity that it was almost laughable! Of course she couldn't bring herself to laugh, though, but it was still strangely amusing, some foreign occurance in chaos. |
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