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[NightShade]

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The undead minstrel arrives again, heaven knows where he catches them together or what they are doing. Most inopportune of times I am sure. Yet that is Shade for you...

Oh Orelen, Oh Orelen,
Thy Love for Willow is clear,

Oh Willow, Oh Willow
I know you hold him dear..

No flowers or sunsets for this
romance so true,

Yet in the dusk of nightimes light,
They hold each other anew...

The Minstrel leaves a note for them...

P.S. if you guys ever change your minds, I swear you would make the cutest doll set ever! *hugs and kisses* Mumsy..
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[Orelen Reaucher]

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Scurring out of bed, cussing in the darkness, he pulled his pants on trying to get his bearings. He looked down to Willow, who was now sitting upright snickering.

They looked to the singing messenger, the whole thing becomming quite humorous when the initial situation was over.

Orelen gathered the note the minstrel dropped, his social skills likely too lacking to hand it to him.

"Ahh, your mother... She never ceases to have perfect timing." He turned back to Willow with a smirk. "Well, I'm up now, I'll write her a little something."

"Mumsy",

Your messenger found us quite well, your daughter and I.

What a beautiful song it was.

However, I do have one request... next time, send a note foreward eh? *At this point he smirked knowing she would know he was even though she couldn't see it*

As far as your offer on Dolls... Could you make a Ronin and Cal doll for me? It would do me worlds of help.

My thanks,

Oreo.

[Willow Smythe]

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The thrumming of the minstrels instrument was almost a declaration of war. Willow indeed had killed people for less than waking her so early from her slumber. She grabbed for a near by dagger. She heard Orelen's tromping in the darkness. Once her grip on the dagger was decent she let it rip. It flew so sudden and fast she doubted if Oreo noticed it fly from the bed. Sadly her aim was not was it should be this early in the morning and it rebounded inches from the singer's ear. For this reason she was glad her home was no longer filled with children, Willow's own son knew to keep away until the latter half of the day.
The man kept the racket going comepletely unphased, Willow took inventory of the Mintrel.

Ah, undead of course. Even if I had hit my mark it still would have kepting playing. No doubt part of this mastermind's plan to her the message out She thought.

Willow smiled and snickered as she watch Orelen regain himself from his sudden awakening.

Ah mother only you.

Willow sent out a wisp to her mother.

Dearest Mumsy,
The song was ....enchanting. If you send another messenger this early again, expect him to return to you in pieces. Don't make me have to kill you.....again.

Love,
Your Baby Girl
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