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Varetine den'Atoni	Jun 11 2008, 01:12 AM
Advanced Member Posts: 202 Group: Co-Admin Member #7 Joined: June 7, 2008	"Alright, Alright I get it, not one bit of good has this place done to me, and the sooner I get out the better.' The gust of wind hit her, her feet dried up, but the ribbon in her hair became undone and she struggled to catch it. She stuffed it into her pocket, letting her hair down all the way. "I got stuck here I did, came here to see something and got trapped. Oh my uncle would be so disappointed in me, trapped in the metal city, minion to this godforsaken book." She clapped the book firmly to her knee as punishment. "This placed muddled with my head," she said mournfully, getting a little angry at herself as well, but unable to stop talking. 'I was raised on trade and taught trade, and had trade stuffed up my throat I'm sick of it. All that time I withstood it so they'd let me go. Good fat lot I'd do as a mother with no children. I could move, and then the city caught me." She looked up. And those monkey's and spices, hell if I really want to smell them in this tainted place. I want to see those spice plants shoot up from the ground with their angry maws ready to rip the harvesters who want more buds to crush! I want to see those monkey in their tree's eating the nashnash fruit with their hind feet and sleeping on those tip top branches all those books talk about." She grabbed the coin with some new found pride, if not embarrassed at herself for this outburst in front of this stranger. "Tell me where to go to sigh up for this stuff, and I'll be there in a heartbeat. I've got nothing of importance on me but the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet. In a heartbeat I'll tell you." "I'm sick of lying to myself!"


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