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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Brother Shatterstone" data-source="post: 1583047" data-attributes="member: 13442">Brystasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Avenger/Favored Soul/Heartwarder)Finding comfort in the light touch on her shoulder Brystasia turns with a thankful smile towards Sandorel.  The reassuring touch doesn’t lead to the holding that Brystasia hopes, and yearns, nor does it lasts for nearly long enough but his words made sense.Brystasia sighs as she hesitates in fallowing Sandorel.  As she wipes the wetness that is forming from her turquoise blue eyes she thinks back to the last few days, the emotional turmoil and the guilt that rested solely on her slender shoulders.  She watched Sandorel, maybe the man she loved, walk from the room she could help but fell weak, as she was graceful and elegant woman with a thousand suitors.  Yet here she was unable to make the man claim her.The ironic nature was not lost on her as she stood up to fallow and it was the guilt over Conan’s predicament that formed the grim revolve to save her friend and force her own feelings and desires aside one more time.Brystasia gracefully walked into Vilya’s room just in time to hear her reaction.  Walking over to the elven maiden Brystasia hugs her in greeting before letting her go to address her, “No where not going to leave Conan to the mercy of the Sea Bitch.  Where going to mount a rescue mission.”She turns towards the dark haired man with her own reassuring smile, “Sandorel has laid the frame work of a plane and I will also pray to my goddess for her blessing and her help.”</blockquote>

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