Mascatarma gritted her teeth; restraint wasn t really one of her strong points, and now Gwen was feeding them it was stretched to the limit. As the food wasMessage 1 of 142 , Jan 1, 2003View SourceMascatarma gritted her teeth; restraint wasn't really one of her
strong points, and now Gwen was feeding them it was stretched to the
limit. As the food was passed them she had to bite her lip hard to
stop the thousands of savage thoughts being turned into words.
Now she glared at them with ice cold eyes, half considering making
that food burst into flames the moment it touched thier lips. She
consoled herself with the image, but soon remembered that Xelin would
probably have her throat cut in an instant if she tried anything of
the sort. Instead she decided she had better voice her opinion in a
reasonable manner before she did anything too drastic, and she looked
at Gwen with a venomous glare.
"What the hell are you doing? We can't afford to waste food on
strangers, especially ones as aggrevating as these."
After a few more steps into the mines, Lorelei was becoming a bit more alarmed by her surroundings and sharply looked around to make sure Leonelle seemed safeMessage 142 of 142 , Feb 14, 2003View SourceAfter a few more steps into the mines, Lorelei was becoming a bit
more alarmed by her surroundings and sharply looked around to make
sure Leonelle seemed safe enough considering the circumstances. She
noted that he seemed to be and slowly began laughing again. She
wasn't about to let anyone to know that she wasn't entirely
comfortable with the situation, even though by now she was starting
to believe Mascatarma's warnings. Leonelle was shocked and slightly
nervous that he was being instructed to watch out for his sister. He
could tell that she was a bit more frightened now, which he actually
found quite comforting, since now everyone seemed to be in agreement
with the ammount of danger they were in. Lorelei was starting to wish
somebody would say something, she was finding the total silence
rather irritating. Then an image of everyone singing and marching in
time to the music came into her mind and she was suddenly quite
grateful for the lack of conversation.