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 Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:03 am
She grins at him and runs for the baking soda. "Thanks, Luceil... I never would have thought of that..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:05 am
*LUciel smiles, and begins sorting out the other books while she neutralizes it*
Hey...why don't you craft a shelf for draconics....that way we can sort them even better...
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:13 am
She staggers to a halt and turns to face him. "You... want me... to... to..." she looks white as a sheet.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:19 am
*Luciel looks at her*
What's the matter...yer a copper...you can spit acid just as well as I can...probably better...yer pure copper, and I'm half gold...
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:20 am
"But I'd... I'd have to...." she hangs her head and shuffles her feet nervously.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:24 am
*Luciel comes over to her*
Are you that afraid I'll laugh at you...or reject you as my friend? Because I used to be the same way...shunned for my hybrid blood...and I hated it so much I swore never to be like that...I promise, if you change, I won't laugh at you...or reject you...
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:26 am
She lifts her eyes sadly. 'I'm so ugly.... " she whispers sadly. "All my brothers say I am..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:40 am
*Luciel looks at her*
Do I look like I care about what a friend looks like, Cori? I care about what's in here...*Puts his paw on her chest*...and what's up here...*Puts one on her forehead*...not about what someone looks like...I may like beautiful things...but I don't hate what some people call ugly...
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:54 am
Now she is truly crestfallen. "Then you think I"m ugly too... you just said so..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:01 pm
*He shakes his head*
No...I'm just saying that, even if you are, which I doubt,, I won't stop being your friend...look at my friend Kero...he looks like a walking bag of bones....but I still love him...
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:14 pm
"Who's Kero?" she asks in confusion. She looks around to make sure no one sees them and then returns to her natural form. And it is instantly seen that she has damaged more than her wing in the fall. It is honestly fortunate (or unfortunate as things may eventually turn out) that she is even alive as her back is twisted and misshapen, and although one wing seems to be trying to grow normally the other is bent all out of it's proper alignment. She may have, at one time been able to fly on short hops, but not any more. She is, for all purposes a grounded dragon, one who in the wild would have been left for dead.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:23 pm
*Luciel doesn't even notice...or he does, and makes nothing of it*
He's a friend of mine...weird guy...Voidmage....looks awful....but has the kindest heart you'll ever find...
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:28 pm
"How did you meet him?" she asks hobbling over to he wall beside the niche Luceil had carved, but they both realize something almost immediately. The twist in her spine does not allow her to raise her head far enough to carve a decent niche. She flashes him a sad look and shifts back to her more human form and sits there feeling sorry for herself.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:30 pm
*Luciel launches into the story, and it takes him an hour to tell the whole thing, leaving out the part that he is Kero*
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:34 pm
She smiles weakly at him and while he talks, she carefully cleans the niche he made. Then slowly fills it with books. "He sounds nice..." she whispers when he is done. "I wish... I wish I had a friend..."
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