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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 350px; height: 206px; overflow: auto; font-family: arial;][size=8]Alas, Natasha had never made it that high. Prink would know, but she wasn't going to state her reasons. That was going just a tad too far, was it not? Being the clever girl she was, the femme noted the assassin's thirst, and was off in a stumble toward the nearest water source, scraping off a clump of moss from a collection of rocks and gingerly dipping it into a shallow recess of the pond. Carefully clamping the now damp object in her mouth, she skittered back to the group and aimed to hand it silently to the femme, accompanying her actions with a feigned smile. Ah, yes. She kind of loved doing that sort of thing, so she wasn't too bothered by it. Stepping back to give the lady that seemed to be returning some space, she glanced at the others in question, now wanting to know more about this "Natasha." [/fancypost] |
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