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Previous - this entry written on August 30, 2005 at 2:08 am - Next The young girl sighed as she handed over a few more of her meager store of hoarded coins to the grinning tradesman. With what she could only assume was a look of pity he accepted her frayed boots, taking mere seconds to restitch the spot where one heel had begun to come loose and with a scrap of linen, patching the toe of the other so that the seam was almost invisible. She envied him the skill; soon she planned to stitch her own goods, no longer dependant on another's needle and thread, but for now she was left to wait impatiently for him to return her footgear. Felkan, a young magess who desperately wants to be anything BUT a mage, begins her travels today. Poor thing. *grins* Yes, WoW has stolen my brain again. Hosted by Diaryland - All Rights Reserved - Image, Layout, and Content copyright Jax Raven - - Do Not Feed The Moose - |
