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Post by seraaches on Aug 24, 2008 11:03:46 GMT -5
Dre took back her weapon with a slight dip of her head and a smile for her grandfather. "Thank you, sir," she said in that same soft voice. She had never entertained any doubts about her acceptance. Her mother had told her she would be and her mother, of course, knew.
She turned to regard her father with golden eyes, interested in how he would choose to play the situation now. She failed to see how them going off would help them to know each other, not in any such way as her just fitting into the normal routine as she should do.
So the Ten turned to take up post beside her father, hand resting lightly and easily on the glaive. He didn't speak and neither did she; they didn't need to.
Drostan was at the outer edges of the room now, carefully skirting around people to try and find an exit.
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Post by seraaches on Nov 9, 2008 2:56:27 GMT -5
*bumps to reflect closedness*
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