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 Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 11:03 pm
yay finally! Name subject to change but reserved
I'll put stuff in here soon... sorry it's so barren
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 11:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 11:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 11:27 pm
I made pretty banners but photobucket is doing maintenance sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 11:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 11:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 11:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 7:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 11:55 am
Lorelei hurried up to the door of the wagon, then knelt to place a note, weighted with a shell, on the step. She knocked, considering waiting to talk to the inhabitant of the wagon. In the end, though, she hurried away again before the door opened, going to the next wagon.  I would very much like to meet you - I know that I have been very reticent and have isolated myself. I want that to end. Please, take this gift as a token of my good will... and come visit some time.
~ Lorelei
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 8:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 8:25 pm
Pan had been so reclusive lately. Some sort of flu had strucken her ill and she had isolated herself from the others in an effort to keep it contained. She had no clue whether the Fortunettes could catch colds but being safe was better than being sorry.
But with some echinacea and eating tons of oranges along with some chicken noodle soup Pan was finally starting to recover. This was her first healthy day.
She was busy cleaning her wagon, straightening the mess she had made of her herbs when Pan walked out to feed her mules and take care of other chores. She had hoped to find some gypsy to socialise with today as she was going completely stir crazy.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 8:34 pm
Gwynna had decided to bypass the current trading opportunity, being significantly low on couplets, and was taking a bit of a walk around the campsite. Her long hair was pulled back from her face by its usual scarf, and the enchanted flute the meij had brought to her was tucked in her waistband. It was just warm enough to go barefoot, so the gypsy was enjoying the feel of soft, new grass under her feet.
The snuffling of contented mules caught her attention and she spotted an unfamiliar woman puttering around outside a wagon. Angling towards her, Gwynna smiled and gave a little wave. "Good afternoon!" she called out cheerily.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 8:44 pm
Pan was grooming Roth and Sheedra's very unattractive mule coats when she heard a voice.
She turned to see the barefooted gypsy, "Afternoon." Pan waved at the woman, "I don't believe we've met before. I'm Pandara but you can call me Pan." Pan had also been barefoot, but she was always that way. Hooves didn't fit into shoes very well. Her horns were not covered this time as she had learned to trust the caravan she traveled with.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 8:54 pm
"Gwynna," she nodded by way of introduction. "Have you been with the caravan long?" Gwynna noted the horns protruding from Pan's head without blinking. She'd been around long enough not to be phased by much. If a flute could roll off a level shelf, be declared an enchanted item, soon to be a Fortunette child.. what were a pair of horns?
The slim woman leaned against the wagon, digging her toes into the soft ground. One hand reached out for the mules to sniff.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 9:03 pm
Pan nodded, "Nice to meet you Gwynna. I've not been here too terribly long. I've kind of been avoiding contact with others for a short while though. Caught a bit of the flu and wanted to keep that away from the babies."
Pan was starting to like these people and how they wouldn't gawk at her features. She felt like this was someplace she belonged.
Sheedra sniffed the hand and snorted as she found it did not contain a treat. She turned her head indignately. Pan noticed the rude behavior, "Shee, you a**, at least try to be sociable!" She gave a smile towards Gwynna, "So what about yourself, have you been with them... or rather I geuss it's us now isn't it... long?"
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