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Post by gweneth on May 25, 2011 16:59:53 GMT -5
  tag: Ireth and open[/b] She spoke slowly, almost a whisper, as she reached out, her fingertips brushing over the cool metal. It was very obviously not a tree, she’d decided, though the light at the top didn’t look like any torch she’d seen before. It came from no flame, nor did it flicker in the wind. Jumping, Gweneth grabbed hold on the cross bar, wrapping her arm around the top of it to prop herself up. Her other hand reached up timidly, tapping on the glass as she inspected it. Though as she heard the sound of twigs snapping behind her, she let herself down quickly, landing gracefully as she turned toward the trees behind her. [/size][/ul] |
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Post by Ireth Maetharanel Caune Nacnar on May 31, 2011 19:14:53 GMT -5
Ireth had been camped out in the Lantern Waste for about two weeks. Nothing had come about and she had faced no trouble since she arrived so it had been extremly relaxing. She had considered it a bit of her vacation, perfering to walk instead of ride her horse, Baelrah which the horse appriciated.
As she walked through the woods she came to where the lamppost stood watching curiously as a golden haired girl inspected it. Her sensitive ears picked up the girls confused question and Ireth had to bite her cheek not to chuckle when the girl jumped up and tapped the glass. A twig snapped behind her and the girl gracefully jumped down and turned to face her.
"well met young one." she told the girl with a smile.
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