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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 2:11 am
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"O-our father?" it was almost a squeak, a nervous, quavering effort. By degrees, a snowy head rose just slightly to peek over the Kimeti's shoulder: pale blue eyes, timid at first, widened in shock, moving back and forth from the two Acha bucks - one, her brother, utterly familiar, the other, a stranger, but hardly less familiar, so obviously related were the twain that it was impossible that he be any other than, indeed, their father.
(Gosh, it was not hideous, Ruri, just missing a quote mark and a tense change! XD)
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 2:45 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 3:23 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 8:57 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 11:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 3:12 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 9:03 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 4:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 7:37 pm
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Though it had been Story who had requested the time with her father, she found herself - as usual - with her tongue thoroughly tied. Even with his kind prompting, she was having a hard time finding the right words to say.
"I - I s-sing a little," she started, then trailed into silence. Then all of a sudden, everything tumbled out, "I - I sing, even my d-dream was a s-song. But I...I c-can't really, in front of o-others. I can b-barely talk. Y-yesterday, a K-k-kiokote a-asked me to join his p-performance troupe. I w-want to sing, I t-think. But I'm...s-scared."
Ruriska Is perfect, Ruribby, thank you. <3 Oh gosh, I gotta remember to write her songbird into the earlier bits of the RP. XD
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Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2013 7:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 7:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 10:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 10:27 pm
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She turned her wet eyes to him and tried to smile at his reassurance, but glanced, trepidatious, back to the feather tree once or twice, where Keep True waited. The sister she loved above all else, her constant companion and protector both. But it was a thing that must be done; her father had said so, and she could feel it, in her gut, in her bones.
A tiny nod, and she took a step, then another, then strung more together, moving back to where she knew Keep True would be.
Ruriska Should we close with Keep True saying sorry, love you, and go? I still feel so bad about that. QAQ Then I'll throw Story into the RRT, hurrah! Do you think Keep True would accompany her to the booth? I also kinda want to throw Fear into the ORP, but he'd be so useless. He's a fire hazard in that little space, and he doesn't even talk much so, I dunno, he would just stand there with flowers. XD
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 12:25 am
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