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Post by Whyte Phoenix on Oct 23, 2005 0:31:19 GMT -5
((Sorry. The strike built up about a million tests. I gotta study until Tuesday night.))
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 12, 2005 22:24:26 GMT -5
Not only did she have faith in Tsuruko, she wondered about her sister. If she was still wandering, looking for the temple, if she had been captured at the temple by some melevolent force, or simply had died in the journey.
No, she rufused to think of that. It was too painful. Her father was already dead and only had vague descriptions of her mother that her sister gave her, the mother that had run off with another man, shortly after she was born. She had waited a long time for her sister to return to the village, hoping and praying that it would bring them good fortune, weath, and wisdom.
Heather watched Tucker fly above her head, his beady black eyes borring into her green ones.
"My sister only saw Tucker once before she set out. He was only an egg then." Heather murmured. "She never really liked birds, only the pretty doves my mother used to keep. Not the smelly ones that bother the ravens but the light pure white ones." She gave Tucker a nod. "He never liked the few doves like that. Jealous little thing, he is."
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