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Post by Tyira on Mar 15, 2013 13:06:07 GMT -5
Aralt opened his satchel and retrieved a bottle of water. He took a long sip, then wiped his mouth. He looked to Arytiss and saw her devastated expression. He put his hand on her shoulder again.
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Post by Woodsy on Apr 22, 2013 23:37:28 GMT -5
Arytiss jumped at the sudden contact. After a few seconds she was released from her dazed state and turned her head to glare at Aralt while yanking her shoulder away at the same time. The archer mouse moved forward quickly looking for any sign of her beloved cherry wood bow.
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Post by Tyira on May 13, 2013 20:48:46 GMT -5
Aralt shook his head and sighed. They'd never find something so colorless in such a big environment. The tan of the wood would blend in perfectly with leaves or dirt and was probably down the river anyway. If he spoke more often, he'd reassure her or simply tell her to give it up. But actions spoke louder than words.
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Post by Woodsy on Aug 15, 2013 16:32:51 GMT -5
This couldn't happen. She loved her bow with all her heart. It couldn't just be gone after all this time! After an hours of fruitless searching she finally slumped against a tree in defeat. She regained her bearings after a few minutes and moved to wake the lounging Aralt.
"Let's go," she said curtly and pushed past him, moving to cross the river before them.
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Post by Tyira on Aug 15, 2013 17:11:56 GMT -5
Aralt looked at her with sympathy in his eyes as he gathered his belongings and followed the other mouse.
They trudged through the woods in silence, exchanging glances every so often. The sun was about to set as they came to a brackish pond.
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