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Post by Kashal Mirodin on May 22, 2007 9:57:16 GMT -5
Kashal simply looked over the group. He had a distrust for the new mage. He didn't like people so outgoing... Well he didn't like many people at all. Regardless Scion had sent him here so he would have to deal with his companions for the time being. He was simply in a hurry to get started.
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Post by Devaki Asura on May 23, 2007 1:29:51 GMT -5
Her oddly colored eyes turned to Keila, always late, but she made up for it as always. She smiled softly to her and watched her appologuise for her tardiness. "Don't worry Keila, we weren't about to leave without you." she assured the girl, before she looked the the Orc hybrid as he spoke. Noting the fact that the horses did indeed shy away from him. 'One down...' she mumbled to herself. But the sight of the squirrel made her smile none the less. "A handsome squirrel you have there." she remarked, her violet-blue eyes looking at the creature for only seconds more before her attention was stolen by Khynes. Poor creature... she noticed the frown that appeared on his face when the horse jumped away from him. "It's alright Khynes... I didn't expect you to, your much to important as a guard or warrior to be tied down by horses." she mused before laying a slender hand on his shoulder.
Then the small, merry voice of Lephy broke the silence, and as Devaki turned her eyes to her she was happy to see she was happy, almost excited to guide the horses for them. Smiling warmly, she turned fully to Lephy, and walked over to her. "You truly are a wonderful young girl Lephy. My kindness was well placed when I extended it to you." she admitted in a soft, warm voice. "You can guide the horses Lephy, they seem to like you." she added as she noticed the horses did not shy or jump from her.
Hearing the other human speak she turned and smile at Jole. She liked this human already. "Jole, your sweet. Truly kind for your race. Most of you that I've met have been rude.. You and Kashal are the only two I've met that I have liked." she admited with a soft voice. She looked to the others. "Well shall we get moving?" she inquired.
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Post by Tigiat Lymewoire on Jun 13, 2007 14:32:37 GMT -5
Tigiat gently stroked Gurr on the head, and the squirrel scrabbled back down his shirt into his pouch. "Gurr appreciates your compliment." He looked at the demonic thing that had tried to stroke the horse, Khynes was his name, "Don't take it personally Khynes, it's only a horse after all, you want something more real, like a worg."
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