*the wolf looks walks over andsits down but belthazar* and you would know that how?? 

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What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...

i know all, i see all *stares at pol*

 

*the wolf looks up at belthazar, and tilts her head*

you know all and see all

*she gets up and walks off*

well the see all might be right

but as for the know all i dont think so

that a big job that one

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What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...

you have no idea

 

But I heard flattery will get you everywhere.  Well......maybe not, but its nice to be nice, right?  You know what I mean?  My head still hurts.  *rubs back of head*

*the wolf looks at Tedd with a smile*
well i think flattery will get you some where it just has to be the right person

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What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...

i hear that renagade

 

*the wolf looks up at belthazar*

well it true

*she then stands up with a smile and walks back over tot he tree so the changes back to human form*

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What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...

*sits under the tree with pol* so what do you find romantic then

 

*FLys in the air and drops the Big Book of romance (small version) and some flower on belth. to help him get an idea.*

*Polgara looks at the book then at the flowers*

well that might work but then being your self might work to lol

*she gets up with wings appearing behind her. she then takes flght*

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What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...

*flies up after her* you forgot your flowers..and uh...this *kisses her and then flies away*

 

*Stops a bit shocked she then looks after Belthazar as he flys away. she then looks down at the flowers*
ok now what
*she then flys back to the tree and lands*

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What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...

*climbs the tree* hello alllllllright

 

*Polgara looks up into the tree*

oh hello

*Polgara then dissappears and reappears in the tree next to belthazar*

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What eternal hand of eye, what limitless imagination, could concieve the pangs of immortal life? An eternity of broken dreams. A place where once I died. what divine-concieved design, could match a mortal life? A wry and rapt mortality. A life played out in sounds, of weeping, screaming sighs. Is this when the night comes down? The Shadow in us all, that ebbs and flows with ignorance...