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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:01 pm
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Aster Owena Cardell - 1st Year; No House
"Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder, is there a spell that I'm under, keeping me from seeing the real thing?"Aster glanced at the boats for someone she could sit with. Blake explained earlier, before he dashed off, that the boats were magic-ed, and thus moved on their own. 'But still...' She thought, being skeptical over the boy's assertion. 'what if the magic wears off or something attacks us...' The girl sighed and made her way to the edge of the lake, thinking about all of the studying she have to do catch up to her peers. 'There has to be a book for an introductory to Magic somewhere...' She thought, hopeful for it's existence. Aster heard someone call they had room in their boat, and made her way to the source of the voice. "Hello" She greeted, before getting in. Aster took a seat at the front of the craft, straighten out her skirt, and then said in a polite manner, adressing a red head (Archades). "I am Aster Cardell, and you are?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:47 pm
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Aster Owena Cardell - 1st Year; No House
"Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder, is there a spell that I'm under, keeping me from seeing the real thing?"Aster simply nodded, and didn't return the boy's slight grin. Archades seemed lively and energetic in his greeting and overall manner, but she didn't consider that a bad thing, she was just slightly stotic and weary. The grey-haired girl twinkled her fingers - in a wave- to the other boat resident she was just introduced to, Sparrow. "Your name is pretty, and obviously avian." Her voice was calm, but the last part was said with a subtle smile. Lavender eyes flickered to Montague as he spoke again, offering her the possible helm seat. Hhhmm? She said, cluelessly. Aster knew nothing of lanterns and seatings. But sure, why not? She was already sitting there. "Yes, that would be lovely." The boy went somewhere mentally, so the girl gracefully picked up the lantern and started to watch the lake's small waves. ((That's fine, but I am clueless to what you did wrong - which to me is nothing. confused ))
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