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"...squash." - 08 / 04 / 2002
Winter give a sigh of pure contentment. He's comfortable, he's with friends... he's happy.
//maybe ask Asm to come on trip...//
Now it is (or should be) a well known fact that the average indrani is prone to bouts of insanity and psychosis. How this is expressed changes as frequently as the winds. For Mo`re, right now, it's in the form of pure mischief.
"My dear Kit, Gen is well versed in your, shall we say... less than honorable ways when it comes to 'loot'. She's been hiding her stash for ages, and with good reason. But that's not the point...
"The fact is, if you really wish to know, just follow her. I'm sure a demon with your skills would be able to accomplish such a task."
~Or at the very least, you'll set off the alarm, get caught in the energy field, and I get a cheap laugh.~
"Alright, alright." Gen grits her teeth, the words ground out with heavy sarcasm.
"Noble spirit that dwells within,
lighting the darkest halls of the soul,
kin of dragon, hear me now,
lend your power unto my own.
I say thy name, Asmindr."
Thank you. A speck of silver light emerges from the eye before settling on Gen's shoulder in the form of a small, two foot long dragon with gleaming, silver scales and ruby eyes.
"Was that so hard?"
"Hmph. You know what's going on?"
Asmindr cocks his head, giving Gen 'A Look'.
The mage sighs. "Considering my subconsious, of course you do. Can you help?"
"I will certainly do my best, Singer."
"For the last time it's Gen."
"What about Gen singer? Or shorten it, and you'll be 'Gen-sing'." The little dragon cackles as Gen smacks her forehead.
"Something tells me this is going to be a long trip..."
Winter, Mo`re, Gen, Asmindr