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 Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 2:30 pm
Dorian was, for a moment, rather happy.
He had strung on a harp one of his father's acquaintances had lent to him when he entered the city, and was enjoying the somewhat peaceful atmosphere.
Moving his fingers across the thin strings, he began to play a lilting song on the corner of a quite busy building. He was quiet for the most part, but occasionally spoke to make a lewd comment toward any attractive female or male.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2007 4:51 pm
Sweetie, this is the village subforum. You want river or meadow.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 11:34 am
Lerroki walked through the village her eyes wandering. She had just found the village and was ready to make a name for herself. She thought it looked like a quaint little place not to finished or anything so it would be perfect. She could easily get a restaurant up and running here. The town looked as if it were in need of so tender love and care and she could definately give that in the form of food. As she continued to walk through the town she came upon the sound of a Harp. She looked around and saw Dorian playing it gracefull and peacefully. Lerroki smiled a tthe soft sound and walked over and sat before Dorian listening intently to the sounds.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 3:41 pm
Sariel, her wings hidden so as not to cause disruption, was attracted the the this spot in the village by a man playing the harp. She was fascinated by his fingers. Fingers were her favorite part of human anatomy, and this man, well, his were splendid! She noticed vaguely another woman listening to his music. She did not want to disturb the man's playing, but her urge was to touch his hand. Maybe when he was done, she would ask. She had other things to ask as well.
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