05-18-2006, 12:25 AM | #21 |
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Nessa looked out at the rider and immediately began cursing. Her language was so inventively foul that Elnar doubted some of it was even possible.
"I assume you know that rider." "Yes," she grumbled. "I should have known not to get involved with him but sometimes you just don't think." "A spurned lover?" Curamir asked quietly. "Do you suppose he means us ill or just you?" "Neither, I imagine. He's probably going to try to drag me back to his home." Nessa let out a tired breath. "This day is proving to be longer than I foresaw."
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