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'Pon pondering his words she comes to laugh, shaking her head faintly. She considers, with a grin on her face, which words to persue. Eventually she jots some down. Possible? But not required. I don't run out often, and when I do it just means I need to take a break, and travel to where I...

The elf smiles gently, a radiance that's normally kept hidden shining openly, even if but for a moment. She does carry, that which he requested, though the colours are some the same, some different, as if she were testing his tongue not only by word but by flavour too. A reply is left, neatly...

The lady passes by, softly laughing as she admires the jar. She pens a reply, before gathering it under her arm, shaking her head amusedly. Didn't I warn you about eating them too fast? Hmmm must have slipped my mind. I must admit, I've enjoyed myself these past few days and have secretly...

The lady seems a little more subdued, though content to pen another reply. I'm sorry that I am late. And I respect if you're upset about it. It was not intended. If another chance is given, I can but promise not to miss it.

I play a know it all. I can honestly say that because that's exactly what Ariel is/does. She watches, studies, makes assumptions, alliances, bets, deals, relationships etc. I'm also aware, that the fact that she knows so much is irritating to some people. The fact that I know so little...

I'm first to admit; I've never played a real game in my life. On the other hand, I'm good with learning. Perhaps not with Ariel though XD.

She grins softly as she pens her reply, speaking the words as she writes them... Not find...make. One can always make a home, two make it better, three make it better again. I had a beautiful home once, full of giggles and laughter and pranks. I'll find the time to make another one of these...

LOL, me and the tech guy're on first name basis. Depressing isn't it.

I lied...whatdyaknow. There is still customer service these days! XD

Mmmm yes, and for all you ancient folks...such as me...who're still running win2k. UNLUCKY! We dont have msconfig. On the other hand, you can get it here: msconfig I just reinstalled, and got rid of live.messenger and so far so good. After spending an hour hunting my registry for msconfig...

Update: I cant access Novus or Pegasus boards. RPs on hold, probably until the weekend, when I get in touch with my ISP and tell them to sort the fault out... Sorry ta be a pain. Cheers darlings!

She passes by, dutifully pausing to read the notices. There's a smile on her face, even though this is not normally when she gets time to be there; no, she's made time. It's a quaint thing, how simple converse and the sharing of thoughts is so alluring. She leaves her own. Stole your...

The elf reads quietly a moment, her eyes alight, her lips curled into a quiet smile. For a time she's but happy to ponder the words & his script...blinking faintly at the curious writing between. She pens a reply. Waiting is any mans game, and when played well, pays off indeed. Of all, I...

The elf comes across the notes, seemingly amused at the now lack of candy jar. She is glad; by all appearances, since her smile remains fixed. She replys, in the same simple script as always. To hold the rose is a rare thing; mind the thorns she knows she bares. Perhaps there is a time and...

She passes by again, seeming refreshed, amused, calm. There is a pleasant air, that she not often carries; shrouded only by her cloak and hood. It's an odd sight which she leaves...and woe to any who seek to steal what is left. A jar rests, glass, perhaps four inches in diameter, six or so...

She settles to wait, after posting up a final notice. Somewhere obscure, where her identity and presence is a challenge. I will wait...for how long James?

The lady did not notice him; haps she had places to go, perhaps she did not want to see him just yet. Lingering doubts and worries, insecurity is something she's not faced in a while. Even so she returns, to read and to write. I am old. There is no question nor qualm with such a thing. I am...

The humour is not stale, just truthful...so often painful. Some might see her smile the same way, her laughter often filled with the poison of truth, the rich sting of honesty. It's rare to come across wit that so willingly accepts...life; the realism of it. She pens neatly her reply...

She passes again, this time expectantly. She hopes...she knows; very rarely is it like her to be this impatient about anything. The impatience pays off though, for she grins as the words pass her eyes. Gentle fingers take up the rolled parchment, her thumb running over the seal. She muses to...

Those same eyes seek the words, perhaps there was hope in them for a reply. And a strange smile graces her features, for not often is the truth found 'pon a face such as hers. The words seem to settle her, to lure the calming caress of a spring's breeze over her person; for a time she revels...