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<div class="moz-cite-prefix">[Alex]<br>
"We rarely see snow in Texas. When I went north to help with the
Chi-Town forces, I saw snow."<br>
She does not seem bothered too much by the height, no worse than
using her sky cycle lost somewhere in the wilds of North America.<br>
"I don't really know where this is all going," she continues.
"Magic does not bother me really but recently it has been from
battle to battle, desperation to desperation. Even without that,
everything that felt stable has come out from under foot." <br>
[/Alex]<br>
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On 12/30/2013 18:58, Peter Perkins wrote:<br>
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Lucida Grande, sans-serif;font-size:12pt"><Vesper><br>
Vesper asked Alex to stay above decks a while. He was by the
rail and motioned her over to watch them depart from the tree.
The blanket of fresh snow made it look as if there had not been
a battle just the previous day. Standing first at her side then
if she didn't object holding her and letting her lean back
against him he enjoyed the silent flight and scenery passing
below them. Waving to the tree as it became normal sized
looking from distance.<br>
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Later when the Captain said we could stay at an Inn or in the
ship he asked which Alex would prefer.<br>
</Vesper><br>
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