>Back! It was impossible to draw. NOt enough light<
Kalia walked off again, trusting the others to keep Calad at bay. She walked to the stream and sat, dipping her legs into the ice cold water. It stung for a little, but she was soon used to it. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander, not hearing neither the merry song from within the camp nor the small yelp from Calad.
[ July 31, 2002: Message edited by: suicidal elf chick ]
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