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Post by Bails on Jun 9, 2009 16:51:54 GMT -5
"Is Miss Beth like the Alpha of the elves?" She asked, eyes flickering up to the Queen's face.
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Post by *Gem* on Jun 9, 2009 16:57:21 GMT -5
Sammy nodded, with a little laugh. "Yes, Isla. They all listen to her and she's incharge."
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Post by Bails on Jun 9, 2009 17:02:19 GMT -5
Beth smiled softly at the interaction. "I promise Is, no one will be mean to you and, if they are, it won't be for long."
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Post by *Gem* on Jun 9, 2009 17:02:50 GMT -5
"See." Sammy grinned, dancing off her shawl twirling.
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Post by Bails on Jun 9, 2009 17:10:15 GMT -5
Isla nodded, "Okay, lets go get some candies!"
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Post by *Gem* on Jun 9, 2009 17:14:00 GMT -5
Sammy tok Islas han and ran off, towards the swinging wooden bidges and the rest of Miriel. She felt so at home here, so relaxed that for once she seemed like the lighthearted one, it was almost as if her and Is had swapped rolls.
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Post by Bails on Jun 10, 2009 8:47:36 GMT -5
Isla's senses were overwhelmed by the newness of it all. Being in the trees is different from being below them she realized. But it was nice to see Sammy so happy and excited cause normally she was all quiety.
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Post by Cadee Prince on Jun 10, 2009 10:32:13 GMT -5
Sammy waved to the people they passed, other women mostly sitting in the sunshine as they did their work. The Elves were something of an armish race, with their own society, their own politics and religion. They're langauge barrier seperated them, but Not Sam as she greeted them polietly, bowing low, and in their own tongue.
She danced toward the sweet shop and stopped, staring big eyed at the man behind it. Her arms folded neatly in her lap and this time she curtsied, inclining her head.
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