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Post by juniper on Mar 9, 2008 15:35:13 GMT -5
As they are close to entering the the wood, Potina sees a dark head bobbing inbetween the trees. "I think I'm seeing one now," she whispers to the other, gleefull.
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Post by Kari Gracen on Mar 9, 2008 19:47:41 GMT -5
"Is it a he or she," asks Kari interestedly.
I hope he's cute, if he's a he. Kari hopes no one notices her blush as she realizes she's being to boy crazy and not at all respectable, again.
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Post by juniper on Mar 10, 2008 16:51:50 GMT -5
"They've disapeered now, and it was too quick to see," Potina tells her regretfully. She then flashes a wicked grin at the other girls. "Let's get closer. Perhaps we should introduce ourselves."
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Post by Kari Gracen on Mar 10, 2008 17:22:52 GMT -5
"Wait, let's make sure no one sees us going." Peering over heard shoulder Kari slowly moves toward the tress while beckoning for the others to follow.
"Ooo, girls look. What beautiful horses!" Kari points to a white mare and a black stallion drinking from the lake. "Do you want to get closer to them?"
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Post by juniper on Mar 10, 2008 19:40:56 GMT -5
"Of course!" Potina and the others walked over to the lake, and began petting it.
RPG question-can we have people talk to our characters (like a gypsy or a maid or something) that haven't been made up in the character section?
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Post by Kari Gracen on Mar 10, 2008 20:16:40 GMT -5
"Your a cutie aren't you," Kari says to the mare. "Who do you belong to?"
"She be mine, miss." The syruppy voice comes from behind Kari making her jump.
Turning around she gasps, as she has just seen a very handsome dark skinned boy of about 17. "And who might you be, sir?"
"My name is Peter, Miss, and yours?"
"I'm and Kari and these are my friends Bea, Potina, and Molly."
(Yes, just post in another color that will be different enought from the voilet/pinkish color but still readable on the brown background)
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anais
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Post by anais on Mar 21, 2008 15:55:23 GMT -5
Molly, who is still stroking the horse, turns around quickly as she hears her name and is faced with a rather handsome young man.
"Hi...hello, how are you...I'm sorry, are you a gypsy? I've just never met one before..."
Seeing the looks from the other girls, she turns a deep shade of red and stares at the floor. The young guy laughs gently, and as he is about to speak, the group hears two mixed voices, one female, one male, calling out:
"Peter! Peter! PIOTR!"
An older women of about 50 and another man of some 20-ish years of age appear. The man speaks first. "Peter, mama has been looking all over for you, what are you...who are these?
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