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Post by amarie on Jul 3, 2010 7:20:22 GMT -5
A'marie smiled, Eve was being so nice listening to her sob story and being comforting. "Thank you." She said She finished her whisky and felt much better. Someone who doesn't hate me, better not stalk her. She laughed a bit "So where do you draw strength from?" She asked. With a cheerful smile she added, "I hope it's from someone or something you really like."
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Post by Eve Stone on Jul 6, 2010 2:19:29 GMT -5
She smiled and nodded when the girl downed the rest of the whiskey. "See? Feel better? I'm not saying alcohol solves anything but dang does it make you feel good." Almost laughing she shook her head and down yet another glass. Picking at her wings again she wondered if the girl was hungry. It was getting close to lunch time now and the wings were no longer cutting it in the food department.
"Are you hungry? They have some killer food here so I've heard. Mostly manly bar type food, but it's still good." Waving the bar tender down she told him to get her two menus and dangit more ale. She turned back to the girl with a smile shaking her head at that last statement.
"I don't pull it from other people or things. People leave you or die or betray you or fail you. Even if they love you they can't always be there to be your armor." Her glance darted away when the menu and booze arrived but quickly returned to the frail girl. "And things also fade, hobbies lose their interest. I am my strength. I am my armor. I am my sword. If I can't hold myself up why should I ask someone else to?"
And with that she turned to the menu figuring on a lamb shank sounded about right.
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