03-23-2010, 06:36 AM
Letting his gaze move to Lyna, Shusuke pushed his glasses back up on his face once again. It was more a nervous habit than out of necessity.
"I'm sure things will be well soon enough," the elf said quietly, wishing for nothing more than to comfort the woman. Looking about at the group gathered, Shusuke suddenly felt a longing to be around the Fae again - to be part of a whole instead of a lost soul. But at the same time, he didn't want to give up on what he was doing.
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Esmme looked toward the sky for a moment, wondering if it was about to rain. The clouds had suddenly begun to gather, and the young woman quickly moved toward the nearest building – a tavern. Just as she was about to step inside, she tripped – conveniently over her own skirt. Tumbling to the floor face-first, Esmme lay still, trying not to cry as she flung her arms over her head. So much for being graceful.
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