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(Excerpted from the Mayor's party:) * Meghan looks up at Kevil "Perchance you could write a song, about tonight" <Kevil> ::continues watching the sky:: Perhaps... <Glossaria> ::looking over her shoulder as she catches Meghan's comment:: Oh, do, Master Kevil... it's so lovely. ::eyes glittering with reflected sparkles:: I... I don't have the words to do it justice... It is not in me to deny such heart-felt requests, though I struggle yet with the vagaries and accepted images of a new-learnt language. Please, friends, forgive these poor offerings. -- Kevil Talarin
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