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Post by Pan on Apr 5, 2008 13:59:39 GMT -5
Her nodes her head slowly. "And your true intention isn't to hurt me is it?" She doesn't know why she asked this but it is to late now to take it back.
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Post by Rojo on Apr 5, 2008 14:02:26 GMT -5
Ovian blinks and crawls closer to her
"Why would I do that? You're the first person in months not to run away from me...Will you be my friend? No one else wants to be my friend..." even through his large evil eyes, sadness can be seen shining out.
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Post by Pan on Apr 5, 2008 14:10:35 GMT -5
Zulieka face goes from slight fear to a looks of conpation. "Yes...I will. My Name is Zulieka." She reach out to hand for him to shake it.
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Post by Rojo on Apr 5, 2008 14:14:02 GMT -5
The lute strums happily and shrill. Then Ovian inspects her hand. He looks at it and tilts his head again, unsure of what to do. Then an expression of comprehension dawns on his face. He grabs the hand and starts leading her towards the small port of Gailpost.
"My name's...Ovian."
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Post by Pan on Apr 5, 2008 14:16:48 GMT -5
she smiles at him then looks at his lute. "Why does that play by its self? I have neevr seen anything like it befor. Did some one of grate magic power give it to you?"
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Post by Rojo on Apr 5, 2008 14:19:24 GMT -5
Ovian stops for a moment, and the lute's tune momentarily goes low and forboding.
"Oh,...yes, it was enchanted by...someone"
He continues leading Zulieka towards Gailpost, the lute resuming its merry song.
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Post by Pan on Apr 5, 2008 14:21:20 GMT -5
Zulieka noteses that she might have sead something wrong. "Sorry about that." She think of something to chang the subgect. "How long have you been travling for?"
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Post by Rojo on Apr 5, 2008 14:23:32 GMT -5
"I...don't remember..." he says, still leading his new friend down the road.
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Post by Pan on Apr 5, 2008 14:25:20 GMT -5
She nodes. "Oh ok same here. I am a travily gypsy if you couldn't tell by my clothing." She giggels a little.
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Post by Rojo on Apr 5, 2008 14:31:05 GMT -5
He raises an eyebrow at the sound of her giggle, since he hasn't heard anyone laugh in a long time, but then he dismisses it.
"I don't know what a gypsie is...are they all pretty?"
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Post by Pan on Apr 5, 2008 14:34:54 GMT -5
Zukiela face tern red. "Wha-what?!" She stop dead in her tracks. Its not like this hasn't happend befor and she alwas does tha same thing. She shakes it off still blushing. "Well...Gypsy are travaling performers. We dance sing and tell plam readings."
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Post by Rojo on Apr 5, 2008 14:40:32 GMT -5
"Dancing...dancing goes with music...I play music..." the lute gives a high note, as if swelling with pride. "Maybe you could dance to my music...that would be fun."
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Post by Pan on Apr 5, 2008 14:42:26 GMT -5
She smiles at him in a vary shy way. "Yes I can dance to your music....If...if you would like me to?"
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Post by Rojo on Apr 5, 2008 14:51:09 GMT -5
"Maybe....not now though..." the trees begin to thin, and a small port comes into view.
((Switch to Gailpost, 'kay?))
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Post by Pan on Apr 9, 2008 14:21:13 GMT -5
((comeing back from the twon))
"So how long do you think it will take to get there?" She ponders moving the food bag onto her back.
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