((I am both tired, bored and kinda depressed...I got my hopes up and I shouldn't have and now...I'm just depressed...))

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

((pm me about it if you want me to talk about it!))

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

( I don't know who that is so I can not take offense to said comment)
Deawen reached behind her and snapped her reins stopping Bredol who wickered in reply.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Falcon smiled. "And that's why your my friend."

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Deawen absent mindly twirled a gold chain that held a gold Medallion with a ruby in the center.Deawen's mind was a fleeting one always thinking about a million things at once. She seemed to have the mind of a child when she wasn't in a fight. Deawen dismounted she felt her way to Bredol's cuts they were not deep but they were long. Deawen could do not heal his flanks and they were not critical. Bredol heldl one foot up in midair as if it hurt to stand on Deawen lifted his foot and saw a thorn in the frog of his hoof Deawen reached back to Bredol's front lip and pressed the center and with the other hand held the hoof up and pryed the thorn out with her index and middle finger. Bredol stood camly thinking about why on earth Deawen was pressing his lip so hard like that he didn't notice Deawen's prying of the thorn.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

((Tur, don't be depressed! Be ahppy as a frog in a mud pool, or a parrot in a protected rainforest. Feel free to PM me and talk, if you want))

Fearan turned Wilwarin and watched as Deawen pryed a thorn out of her mount in a very interesting manner. "Do that often?" He asked her. "You seem quite used to it."

((I'm better now! Hannon le, Nauriel! I haven't got to talk to you in a while! ))

Falcon laughed at Fearan's remark.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

((And you probably won't for a while, unfortunatley. Stupid finals. They're next week. I really should be studying for them right now, but oh well))

((Lol...I know what you mean...except, I got out of school Tuesday...))

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Deawen laughed with looking up " yes, After being in the north for a few years i have learned It gives Bredol here something to ponder while i pull thorns twigs and rocks out. there is a nerve there that naturaly relieves pain." Deawen explained " Bredol is a wonderful war horse but he is a bit of a handful when dealing with his feet" Bredol stood calmly though he tossed his head as if in agreement.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Eruraina smiled at the trick. She dismounted, and examined the wound on Fuin's chest. Seeing it was deep, she produced a few needles, and horse hair thread from her saddle bag. Quickly and efficiantly she stitched up the wound, then dabbed the blood away with her cloak. Last she spread some special hurb ointment made by her cousin, a healer.
Eruraina next delt with her own wound, a small cut in her leg. It wasn't anything big, so she just took some leaved out of her saddle bag, and began to chew on them.
"It's nice to have a cousin who knows how to heal with hurbs... though it doesn't heal as quick as magic, which I do lack," she said to herself as she remounted...

Morcun halted his horse, and turned around to watch the others quietly...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Deawen looked startled at the mention of magic. " magic?" Deawen asked,

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"Elven healing magic. Like that of Lord Elrond. Though my cousin isn't as powerful as him," Eruraina replied...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Caledon dismounted and inspected his own horse. He found a wound on Talorn's upper right leg. It was a long scratch- bloody, but not more than a surface wound. He cleaned it as best he could, knowing it would heal on it's own.

Deawen shrugged she had not known Elrond nor did she want to. She walked to the other side of Bredol and reached into her saddle bag she pulled out a horn fasioned as a cup she had forgotten to greet the sun that morning a tradition of the Rohirric "ic halettan seo sunne "
she filled the horn with water from her water skin she raised the horn up towards the sun then took a sip then turned the horn upside down spilling the water to the ground " Fore seo Sunne" Deawen whispered and dried the horn with her cloak and placed the horn back into it's saddle bag.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

((I'm lost right now, what is happening?))

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