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Old 05-03-2003, 11:31 AM   #648
Sophia the Thunder Mistress
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Sophia giggled at Saucepan's antics as she and Diamond tried to escape his deadly humor. She felt a little funny, so she drank two tall glasses of water as they talked and ate wondering, is it possible to be dehydrated in a Roleplay?

Saucepan cracked another evil joke and Diamond groaned. Sophia began looking around, feeling very restless. Why did she feel like she was talking with two people who weren't even there? Just then Alatariel spied her from across the room. She hurried over to the table where they all sat together and whispered something excitedly into Sophia's ear.

Her eyes widened considerably as she heard what Alatariel had to say. She cast a curious look back toward the table where Fin was sitting, chatting up Thoriel and receiving jealous looks from Chicken. Donlammenion and Niluial had joined them at the table, and were seemingly wrapped up in each other (to Sophia's very great surprise...?). Sophia gestured toward the little group, a wicked grin spreading across her features. Alatariel nodded again.

Giving an apologetic look to Saucepan and Diamond she said, "Please excuse me, it seems I have very important things to do..." They nodded agreeably, as people who are absent in spirit are wont to do, and wished her good luck in her mischief. "I will be around later, you know," she told them for good measure, "if you are."

She and Alatariel left the table, and headed for the bar, where they picked up that bottle of Mudwater that Diamond had earlier declined and headed resolutely toward the table where Fin sat, leaned back in his chair, with a confident grin on his face.

"Have a drink?" Sophia asked innocently.

[ May 03, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ]
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