| Daylight had given way to sultry darkness and the swamp had responded with the raucous croaking of frogs, the sinister whine of mosquitoes and the hushed whispers of unknown forms that slid through velvet night... Silken strands of Spanish moss trailed from ancient trees... shrouding still pools below.
The small hut concealed by snaking vines and verdant foliage might have escaped notice.... were it not for the singular flame of a candle flickering within.
Alba Des Glaces studied the man seated across her table. He was unusual, this one, customarily it were only the women who asked for the cards. His expression betrayed fear and uncertainty as her hand moved to reveal the first card...
The Moon...
Alba observed her client... His pale features had blanched still further... and his hand shook as he sought the small goblet at his side....
Monsieur.... il faut pas craindre la maitresse cachee... laisser sa caresse vous montrer des secrets que vous ne pouver pas s'imaginer...
She fixed the dark golden glow of her eyes upon his ashen visage... and then lifted her hand to disclose the portent the next card held...
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testingtest12Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
testingtest12.......All those moments ... will be lost ... in time ... like tears in rain.
Last edited by dragon wench; 06-05-2004 at 05:34 PM.
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