Recent content by Lanai

What would I do for instance...if I should find there was some copy rights and credits going astray on a peice of text on the forum?

Letter to...a place (A young woman of about 19 years moves to a corner and sits crosslegged on a chair. She frowns at the blank page infront of her, pencil poised...) Dear (....More frowning. 'What..do I call her?') Mother (And Liam), You'll be pleased to know Adan reached the plane safely...

*nods enthusiastically* I love the blind date idea too! sounds really fun! :d

I see a slight problem occuring here... about half the female characters wear male-style clothes anyway. Ie trousers and shirt. So...where the diffrence for them? It would be just like their partner picking out the colour? I like the idea of the invitation and turning up in a certain colour to...

Weather ...honest I'm not another person out to kill ya....just erm...is there a weather charty thing for this month? Aug? :D

Tya Lanai frowns approaching the message, her frown deepens once more as she reads the name. Eventually she pulls out her quill and scribes a new message. Unfortunatly my services are already loyal to an order, else I would help you. Sometimes its hard to see if we see on the same level, if...

Tya Lanai frowns approaching the message, her frown deepens once more as she reads the name. Eventually she pulls out her quill and scribes a new message. Unfortunatly my services are already loyal to an order, else I would help you. Sometimes its hard to see if we see on the same level, if...

Tya Lanai frowns approaching the message, her frown deepens once more as she reads the name. Eventually she pulls out her quill and scribes a new message. Unfortunatly my services are already loyal to an order, else I would help you. Sometimes its hard to see if we see on the same level, if...

When the front of the stall is free of people once more Tya Lanai wonders up, noticing the paper pinned to it for the first time. She reads it carefully frowning. Finally she straightens and walks off. A few moments pass and she's back, quill in hand. Carefully she pulls the paper up and scribes...