Nicoli
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Post by Nicoli on Mar 27, 2006 2:06:01 GMT -5
Talon sat on top of one of the tables in the common pouring over her fourth book for the night. The candle burned low and she Called the inn keeper over and asked for another. Perhaps a bit... Forcefully. Once the innkeeper came back with the candle she tried to be a bit more polite. Try, being the key word.
After he left, she took out a small glass to fit her size (as fairy sized glasses are hard to come by) and muttered something under her breath, filling almost to the brim with water. Taking a sip, she bagen to read yet again.
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Post by andrew on Mar 27, 2006 20:15:33 GMT -5
Andrew entered the common, his blonde hair reflecting the firelight, creating a halo.
"Well...hello there." He said giving a polite bow to the small fairy before him. "I didn't expect to see you here Talon." He said looking up at her through dark lashes, his smile radiating kindness.
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Nicoli
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Post by Nicoli on Mar 28, 2006 1:36:02 GMT -5
Talon smirked as she heard Andrew's voice from across the room. "I could say the same for you yound sir." Not takin her eyes off of the page she motioned to a spot next to her. "Please, come and join me. We have much to catch up on you and I."
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Tamuril
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If you can't join them, beat them within an inch of their life
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Post by Tamuril on Feb 28, 2012 4:48:12 GMT -5
"OH THANKS SO MUCH, I JUST LOVE A GOOD CATCH UP!" Tam waltzed into the room sensually, dressed in only the finest quality garments manufactured from old garbage bags and twine.
She flounced over to the table, her garbage bags rustling in a rather becoming way. "I JUST LOVE TO READ....EXPRESSIONS, BABEH!" She said winking. "And I can tell from your expression that you're a little....backed up?!"
Tamuril turned and ran towards the door to make a hasty exit. "MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY A COLONIC FOR THAT BABEH!" She cried waggling her fingers in farewell. She slipped out the door and into the night.....her dress rustling in the cool night breeze....
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