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Following the groups lead, after ascending the winding staircase, D'Aleen catches her breath at the top of the landing.
Looking around warily she pulls the bow from her shoulder...exhausted yet not wanting to show any weakness.
Leaning against the cold damp of the wall, closing her eyes, she yearns for some contact with her world.....but only feeling the damp and despair of their present situation radiated through the very foundation of the area, she sighs and looks to her companions for the support they will all need to draw from one another to be able to continue on.
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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!
Last edited by Minx; 07-21-2003 at 10:06 PM..
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