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Post by Morhin on Feb 7, 2008 10:59:49 GMT -5
Rawhide stood outside the Barracks smoking his pipe. His horse stood nearby, already saddled and waiting for her master to go. "Don't worry girl," Rawhide said in his elven toung, "We'll leave as soon as Cyrith gets here." He stroked her mane and smiled. He didn't know why he always spoke in elvish to his horse. He hated being reminded of being a half breed. Yet that was what he always used when he was around the horse. Rawhide relit his pipe and leaned back against the wall, waiting for Cyrith to come.
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Post by Cyrith on Feb 7, 2008 14:40:48 GMT -5
Cyrith made her way down to the Training Barracks, leading her horse behind her. She still didn't know why she had agreed to come along. She was bored but she wasn't sure if she really wanted the company. She was not interested in making friends. She looked at Rawhide to be no more than an acquaintance. Cyrith looked up and saw him waiting for her. "Well, I am here," she said. "Let us see how long you are willing to put up with me."
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Post by Morhin on Feb 8, 2008 9:46:53 GMT -5
"As long as you are willing to put up with me." Rawhide said return. He put out his pipe my knocking it against the wall and then stowed it in his saddle bags. He then examened his horse's feet before turning to Cyrith and asking, "Do you have everything you need?"
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Post by Cyrith on Feb 10, 2008 20:28:46 GMT -5
"You seem to be tolerable enough," Cyrith replied. So far, tolerable enough. She was sure enough he woud not be another one she would have to run her sword through. "Of course I do."
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