Spirit of the Party
Oracle of the Enterprise
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Lynn brought herself up slowly, feeling slightly embarrassed now that her robes were dirty. Looking around, there were two men, one on the ground and one on his feet, within her sight. The only problem, she thought, was what wasn't in sight.
Trees and rocks and dirt and a strange cave, could be seen by the moonlight. Inside the cave, there was a door to, but she didn't take the time to notice this. Instead, she noticed the man, standing while annoyed at what she thought was her due to the light's brightness.
"Sorry," she muttered as she dimmed the lights. More of the woods grew darker, hiding whatever that would have been seen there otherwise. She rubbed her eyes, as well. Darkness in the dreary night was not a stranger to her, but she had been napping shortly before the fall. She was drowsy enough to yawn after she cleared her eyes.
The Ward and Ace of Funkduder Funk Certified Mule
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure." -Marianne Williamson
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Posted 01-20-2012, 01:19 AM
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