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"I shall feed off your strength, my Lord."
D'Aleen sighs and leans into Thantos' embrace with such a feeling of trust it frightens her. Drawing strength from his words and his unerring belief in what they were doing, she smiles up at him and runs a soft finger across his cheek. Realizing she must not show any weakness she pulls away reluctantly yet holding his eyes with her own gaze.
"Of course you are right...we must go on. I just tire from the illusions of running from place to place, not knowing if we are even going in the right direction. I will fight to the end for you, my sweet, and for the lives of the others but I am frightened."
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Last edited by Minx; 09-30-2003 at 02:15 PM..
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