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Post by Page on Jun 27, 2006 14:12:13 GMT -5
well Ive never been on an adventure
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Post by Tintariel on Jun 27, 2006 23:28:25 GMT -5
**Smiles a rare real cheerful smile, at Marigold's answer and hugged her sister.** Alright, but who is in charge back at the Forest???
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Post by Page on Jun 28, 2006 17:22:44 GMT -5
OOC I dunno yet, let me think for a sec ok I got one, its a girl but shes not my character BIC*hugs her sister back* Ballac
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Post by Tintariel on Jun 28, 2006 17:26:31 GMT -5
OOC: ok, pretend she is a good family friend!
BIC: **Looks up in surprise.** Ballac?! Well, what do you know... **She murmured.**
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Post by Page on Jun 28, 2006 17:38:41 GMT -5
OOC yah! ;D BIC what? Shes responsible enough
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Post by Tintariel on Jun 28, 2006 17:45:54 GMT -5
**Nodded her head hurriedly.** Yes, yes, of course she is, its just I never thought about her taking my place before. Its a strange thought.
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Post by Page on Jun 28, 2006 17:53:01 GMT -5
only until were back
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Post by Tintariel on Jun 28, 2006 18:05:16 GMT -5
And, as soon as I meet the Leader of the Berrats! Please, may we move on, and Cheral could you get someone to take my sister where she can change into something more royalty-like?
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Post by Page on Jun 29, 2006 14:47:03 GMT -5
*groan* cant I jusst act like your maid?
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Post by Tintariel on Jun 29, 2006 18:10:48 GMT -5
My maid? Well, I'm not sure. **She quickly turned a questioning glance at Trek and Cheral.**
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Post by Mistress of Maltkar on Jun 29, 2006 22:47:21 GMT -5
**Cheral shook her head.** He only likes clean things. He will not let you in like this. Come. I have just the thing. **Cheral led Marigold to change.**
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Post by Tintariel on Jun 29, 2006 23:27:32 GMT -5
Cheral, I am going to proceed to the throne room, if that is alright? **Inches a little further down the hallway.**
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Post by Page on Jun 29, 2006 23:44:31 GMT -5
*Marigold snorted. She HATED pretty dresses*
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Post by Tintariel on Jun 30, 2006 23:03:50 GMT -5
**Stiffens as she hears the snort and turns Marigold a warning glare. She walks further down the hall the candle light making her earings sparkle she feels as if she were in a dream and nothing seems real. The hallways are beautiful and she if speechless and does not stop until she sees two big wooden doors with deep maroon curtains in front of them they have gold handles and Daela thinks to herself. I think this must be the throne room... With a deep breath she runs her paws down her dress making sure there are no wrinkles. She puts on a small smile and lifts her head a touch higher. Not looking back she takes the handle of on eof the doors and turns it, the door slowly opens.**
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Post by Page on Jul 4, 2006 9:14:23 GMT -5
fine then! *Marigold regretted that she ever came here, but let herself be lead to the dressing room*
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