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<blockquote data-quote="hippocrachus" data-source="post: 2968234" data-attributes="member: 14148">~ Syrriel ~&quot;You certainly have grown presumptuous since I last spoke to you,&quot; she says, eyeing Nae'talis' expeditious retreat. She turns her head slowly back to Sabriel and studies her with a furrowed brow.Old friend? I can't have known of the girl for more than ten years... Half her life... Humans.&quot;Do you have any idea...? No. I suppose not.&quot; Syrriel pulls an ethereal harp out of thin air and begins plucking a few notes. She casts a spell on the room to prevent eavesdroppers from listening in, magical or mundane. &quot;I don't need to tell you anything. In fact, I would imagine that High Lady Enellienen would flay both our hides if I did.&quot; She shakes her head in exasperation. &quot;You need to spend more time with the elves and less with the gnomes, Sabriel. Your tact is severely lacking.&quot;Syrriel was never a forgiving teacher; always quick to admonish and quicker still, to punish those that didn't learn fast enough for her tastes. That's probably why she wasn't around very often; always out on field missions, having adventures and seeing new and exotic realms. Much better than spending hours teaching little brats the complicated histories of lands they'd probably never see...Syrriel shakes her head again for good measure. The gall of the girl to demand she tell her anything.&quot;What I told you will do. I have a duty to Silverdown now.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="hippocrachus, post: 2968234, member: 14148"] ~ Syrriel ~ [COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]"You certainly have grown presumptuous since I last spoke to you,"[/COLOR] she says, eyeing Nae'talis' expeditious retreat. She turns her head slowly back to Sabriel and studies her with a furrowed brow. [COLOR=DeepSkyBlue][I]Old friend? I can't have known of the girl for more than ten years... Half her life... Humans.[/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]"Do you have any idea...? No. I suppose not." [/COLOR] Syrriel pulls an ethereal harp out of thin air and begins plucking a few notes. She casts a spell on the room to prevent eavesdroppers from listening in, magical or mundane. [COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]"I don't need to tell you anything. In fact, I would imagine that High Lady Enellienen would flay both our hides if I did."[/COLOR] She shakes her head in exasperation. [COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]"You need to spend more time with the elves and less with the gnomes, Sabriel. Your tact is severely lacking."[/COLOR] Syrriel was never a forgiving teacher; always quick to admonish and quicker still, to punish those that didn't learn fast enough for her tastes. That's probably why she wasn't around very often; always out on field missions, having adventures and seeing new and exotic realms. Much better than spending hours teaching little brats the complicated histories of lands they'd probably never see... Syrriel shakes her head again for good measure. The gall of the girl to demand she tell her anything. [COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]"What I told you will do. I have a duty to Silverdown now."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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