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 Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 10:29 am
Once again, Earako was tempted to laugh at the boy's questioning, and she lifted her hand to her mouth to hide the grin she couldn't hold back. A fan, that's what she needed. Ladies used to have fans. Which reminded her of her objective, shopping, but the boy seemed lonely, so it only seemed fair to stay a bit longer. "That's up to D-corp to decide. There's lots of dragons. I've met a black dragon, and another red dragon. Then there's Ymir, and I'm not sure what type he is. And Vorel, who's a frost dragon. Vorel and Ymir are sweet."
Realizing she was probably completely boring the child, she abandoned her train of thought and returned her full attention back to the young lion. Smart, huh? Another smile, hidden behind her hand. Mind type or not, Earako didn't exactly see herself that way.
"Oh, of course. I'm sorry." She curtsied, her skirts swishing with practiced grace as she did so. "I'm Earako. And you, little sir?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:12 am
Little sir? Come on! Who still used those titles? Earako did, apparently. It was rather endearing anyway, exactly what he was going for. He gave a little bow, the was people on TV did right before the waltz started, and replied " I'm Ca-"
"CADEN! Medics!" He was interupted by a loud thump and Wolfie, who was now carrying her unconcious patient and motioning impatiently towards the door.
"What she said." he mewed, and he hurried after his mother, offering a small farewell wave towards Earako, and flashing her one last angelic smile. "Bye!"
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