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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:22 pm
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Ringil glanced at the horizon ahead of them, and realized it was nearing dawn. The cloudcover had all but disappeared, which was unfavorable and, as Krystal had pointed out, revealed their position nicely. Great. Upstaged already. This was turning out wonderfully. "Yeah," she muttered, banking. "Turn to port wing, land in that copse of firs. They'll be dry enough for some sleep today," she called to the others, landing in the top of one. Although she was tired, she nocked an arrow to her bowstring. "I'll take watch," she said to no one in particular, yawning slightly. But she was trained not to fall asleep, both by the whitecoats and by her instincts.
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 6:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 9:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 9:04 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 11:02 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 1:39 pm
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Ringil tensed suddenly. She had heard something, a slight scratching noise. But it didn't sound natural, not like a bird's talons on a branch, or the snap of twigs as they tangle in the wind. No, this was more regular, more human. Pressing one finger to her lips, Ringil closed her eyes, heard the noise coming from below, and leapt from the tree to the ground far below. She landed hard, her knees bending deeply to absorb the shock, but made no sound except that of her feet hitting the ground. She peered into the semi-darkness, the golden light of the rising sun illuminating a boy scratching something in the trunk of a tree. She walked up behind him, her bow at half draw, and pulled up short just far enough from him for the arrow tip to be about three centimeters from his temple. "And who might you be?" she ased softly. Another new one. Interesting, she thought.
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