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Post by Gabjas on Feb 1, 2013 10:09:13 GMT -6
(OOC: Hey MysteryStar, glad to see you back. Could you perhaps not move my owl? Because the only person who is supposed to make Prue speak is me. Plus she wouldn't really say things like that. But don't worry, I'm just letting you know. I'm not angry or anything. In fact, I made the exact same mistake when I was new to GD with Sompom. No worries, just avoid it in the future, thanks!) [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true]
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Prue grinned as Lyra began to wallow in the soot with glee; the ashes soon staining her feathers and giving her the faint appearance of a Sooty owl. The barn owl churred as her cousin beamed up at her. "Perhaps you should speak to the monarchs." she said. "I am sure they would love to have you as our resident blacksmith."
Lyra gave another shriek of joy. Prue frowned slightly, she knew that this was the end of their little adventure. It was only a few days ago that she had met this owl out of pure fluke only to find that the two were related. "Come on," Prue said. "I'll show you around the tree."
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Post by otulissa on Feb 4, 2013 2:29:10 GMT -6
Lyra jumped in the soot one last time and followed Prue out of the forge as she started to give her a tour.
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