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                     Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 3:39 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            This is for Mike Earnhardt and Rynn. Please no posting but you may read!
  RP ************************
  Rynn walked into the town of Barton, Ianios on her shoulder. In her hands she held a black and pink flower. It was a feien flower, and she intended to give it to Mike. He needed a companion, one that would go where ever he went when he moved on. Once she came to where he was hidden, she glanced at Ianios. 
  "This is tricky, but hang on tight, ok?"
  The green and red feien looked at her, curious. What did she mean? Was this why he couldn't find her when she went to visit Mike last?  "Alright."
  She started casting the spell, unlocking the traps she knew were well hidden. Eventually, the door appeared and she knocked.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 3:42 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Mike opened the door, knowing full well who was on the other side. He blinked, seeing Rynn there, the little feien on her shoulder. He had certainly changed. And what was that in her hands? A flower? Unusual, but he liked it. "Come in," he said, stepping aside.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 3:46 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            She walked in, smiling warmly at the vampire. "I bring you a gift," she said, holding out the flower. "It's a feien flower. Feien are born from them, like Ianios here."
  Ian blushed, waving to Mike. His place was dark, but the flower seemed to perk more then it had while outside. Maybe it was a darkness element? Seemed right for a vampire.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 4:31 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            "A gift?" Mike was stunned. Was she trying to make up for something? Gently he took the dark flower from her, marveling at it. It was soft, velvet soft. He smiled, blue eyes aglow. "And it's a feien, you say?"         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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