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She had always loved the smell of him, the way it lingers with his words. For a moment, where she stands, before she's even read she closes her eyes and soaks up the sensation of knowing and feeling him there e'en after he's gone. She smiles gently, then opens her eyes to read, a gentleness in...

*laughs* Alright, make this easier: please send email to leeraeg@hotmail.com Include "Ariel's Party" in the subject Leave email on which I can contact you/your character Describe who you are bringing (including allignment & general attitude/behaviour) Wait to hear from me! And, if you're not...

She laughs, a joy in her eyes that is rare indeed. The smile remains, even as she writes, sometimes shaking her head at a thought, having to relentlessly tuck at the hair that falls onto the page. She leaves it beneath his. Hmmm for some though, there'll be no surprise. I might well need...

James, I'll eat you if you dont come... ;-) The guise will roughly be supplied (I suspect name and public position and basic behaviour). Heh costume and fitment to your character is up to you! I might well make a list, and give evil characters 'good' guises, and good characters 'evil' ones...

I do rather expect a few party crashers. Some people, naturally Ariel's friends, will receive personal invites (for those I've got emails for). Ru, I expect ya to come ;-). And perhaps Im too, if I can get in contact with Fox sometime soon. I warn those who come, I dont want fighting all...

The elf lady chuckles, the humour shines brighter in her eyes as they pass by his notice. She closes them for a time, to enjoy the feel of content as long as it lasts before penning a note to leave behind. Far away sounds all the sweeter. 'Haps I might not come back. Aye, the dance will...

Alright, it's like this. I've been thinking (dangerous as that may seem). And I want to a) throw Ariel a birthday party; b) do something fun for folks. I've never done that before, and she's -old- as the hills and probably deserves it by now. I came to several ideas...about what Ariel would...

She studies the blood, and for a long moment is left stilled by it, the faint flare of her nose enough to say where her thoughts might well lie. For a time she closes her eyes, murmuring something faintly under her breath, the words listlessly toyed on the breeze at it blows past . . . the...

The eyes of which he speaks, ponder the note left, a smile in them that also curls up the corners of her petal lips. She laughs, very faintly, then settles a reply after it. They are not always blue; though that is perhaps my choice of wearing. They change, given time, weariness, danger. A...

She grins, the mischeivious glimmer of her eyes ample design of the cunning words she pens. For as she paused to ponder his words she grew to consider something that perhaps her mind had not strayed 'pon before. E'en with all her cynicism, there remained somewhere, a creature of smiles within...

The Rose passes. But the sweetest of smiles curls the petals of her lips as she leaves a reply. These words now, growing in notority, yet still as pure and simple as the note first left. She sighs softly as she writes, for in words she can relax as memory takes hold and guides her smile to a...

She reads his letters, the curl of her lips soft though noticable all the same. Such eyes do read, the words and the hand behind them, knowing many things, understanding some, and a curiosity to understand more. A reply is left 'neath his. Even those who know my name still ponder who I am...

She passes. Looking a little worn and tired, she knows this has been negected a few days. Though not worried or stressed about it, rather it seems to calm her; a chance to relax as she finds a place to sit and write in the nature of her hand. Some words cause a smile, others a sobre face, but...

The elf lady grins faintly as she reads the words, letting them soak beyond her eyes into conscious and perhaps subconscious thoughts. These she orders, before placing them down in ink, pinning the note under his. You shouldn't wait forever for just a smile. Make your own. The greatest of...

The lady passes, and pauses to read. Perhaps it was not a passing at all, but truthfully she came there, to pause. She does so, with light hearted smile, fond eyes, soft fingertips brushing down the words. So many left there, forming a strange bond that seems beyond measure of strength. In...

And so she is around. She leaves a note in her hand. I'm glad the feeling is across two minds. Takes time to temper something like this, into what we can manage. Perhaps it's not meant to be tamed...but like all things, perhaps the greatest fun is in achieving the impossible goal. I miss...

There seems an innocence to her features as she makes a reply, though her face might display such treasures, her eyes seem not quite capable of capturing such imagery. There are left, two things, her note, and a figurine. The carving is immaculate, and detailed beyond compare, the white-grey...

She grins as she ponders his words; her face a mystery, perhaps a glimmer of cheekiness and wonderment. She settles a reply after his, her eyes taking in the artwork, seeming to soak up it's elegance and meaning. Stop getting excited. It's contagious. Is this your hand? You've a very keen...

The elf passes, this day she carries many things already, purchased from the stalls amongst the Bazaar. Such that it seems a complex problem, when she spies the note for her. Without thought she deposits her things on the table, uncarring at the time it will take to gather them all again...

She is regular too, like clockwork perhaps, the same time most days she'll pass, to read and to write. Glad, content, amused. Then I'll have to start making arrangements. Been a while since I've walked with someone. I'm so used to being alone. And for picking through your thoughts...there's...