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 Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 12:29 pm
Seeing the bard’s sleepiness, Bastet found herself yawning too. Sleep. All that travel the last few days had worn her out, and rest seemed most attractive indeed. Without Diego around, there seemed little point in going all the way over to their copse, and so the mare merely shuffled herself more into the lee of a har-hrang bush and allowed her head to drop down comfortably. Letting out a happy sigh, the well-muscled Jala closed her slit-pupiled eyes and drifted towards sleep that, for once, was filled not with dreams of cages and confinement, but with hope, laughter and the prospect of freedom.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 5:16 pm
After waking, Lyric said his good byes to Bastet and as was custom, visited Estavan once more before leaving. He figured it best to be on his way and let Bastet get to her life. He figured she had a lot to sort out. He knew he would visit again one day, but of course, he still had a story and willing audience.
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