07-18-2004, 07:40 PM
âMen have never changed their behavior, nor do I believe they ever will.â Mila added into the conversation as she stretched her arms above her head and listened as her back made a cracking noise as she tried her best to get the pain that had been caused from sitting on her makeshift chair for so long. Turning in for the night did sound like a very good idea indeed, but much like Yalene she wanted to make sure that the men made it back to the campsite in one piece and without any sneaky visitors. âMead is the curse of human kind.â She gave a soft smile and allowed her eyes to flutter closed for a moment taking in the blackness that washed over her vision as she sat there, although she had not yet steeled herself from the emotions that were floating around the campsite. But soon once she turned in for the night she would sever all connections she had with her empathic abilities so that she was able to get a peaceful nights rest.
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