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11/19/2004 9:11 PM

Tala sat by the window, looking out at the rain soaked dreary world. It was fitting, the weather, and the location. She was at the Tavern of Fire, where she had first met Misty. Now she was here to say good-bye. Forever.

Tala sighed, and turned away from the window. It had been up to her to arrange for the funeral, and also up to her to contact those who knew the blue-haired elf. She hoped everyone would come.

She rose, and grabbed a black cloak. She'd had it dyed for just this occasion, and very recently too. The elf woman grabbed the mythril armor that had been given to her, and left her room. She walked downstairs, and waited for people to arrive.

11/20/2004 1:49 PM

Blue sat downstairs, staring out the window. Her blue eyes were slightly red, as if she had been crying. She wore her usual dark blue coat, wet from the rain outside, her short blonde and blue hair matted from rain. She had only met Misty a few times in RP adventures, but many times outside of them. She couldn't believe it-the girl was so young! It wasn't right!

Outside the rain fell from an ashen sky, almost as if it was mourning Misty too. A woman came downstairs, and Blue huddled in her chair miserably.

11/24/2004 5:49 PM

Eliar Swiftfire walked into the tavern, the usual cheerful demeanour absent from his face. He had never met the girl in any one of his adventures or travels, but he knew he had to come to pay her his last respects.

Noticing a blue-haired girl sitting beside the window by herself, he walked over and silently gave her a brief pat of comfort on the shoulder. And then, he inclined his head towards Tala.

11/25/2004 1:24 AM

Raven Windspirit walked into the tavern, not noticing the rain dripping from her waist-length brown curls. She had not met Misty in any of her travels, had never even met any of the other people she saw in the tavern now, but she had felt it only right to pay her respects. Raven had been away when she had heard the horrible news, and it had torn at her heart. She had immediately left what she'd been doing to come to the furneral.

Slipping out of her black trench coat, she nodded at the assembled people as she found an empty chair. Looking at the saddness on their faces, she wanted to say something comforting, but could not think of anything appropriate enough. With tears glistening in brown eyes, she fiddled with the small pentacle at her throat.

11/25/2004 6:40 PM

Eliar took a seat and glanced at Tala, waiting for the elf woman to say something.

11/26/2004 11:08 AM

Tala finally looked at the spikey haired mage. She smiled wanly. She recognized his face, but couldn't remember where she had seen him before. Or if she really had met him at all.

The elf rose from her chair, and walked to the front of the room. She looked at the very small gathering and cleared her throat.

"I thank you for coming here, today," she said. "I gathered you here so we could pay our last respects to one who left us much too early in life. Her name was Misty. Some may have known her simply as Jocelyn, however. We all met her, at one point or another, however. I know that I am not the only one who was shocked by the horrible news that she had died such a horrible and tragic death."

Tala paused, gathering her thoughts, and calming her emotions. She took a deep breath and continued on.

"Misty had much potential. She was young, and still learning a great many things, but she showed promise and a talent far beyond her years. It was my pleasure and joy to have known her for even the short while that I had. I will miss her very much."

The elf woman looked at everyone in the room. She smiled another wan smile.

"Is there anyone else here who would like to say a few words?"

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