From meRPFoE@e-garfield.com Mon Apr 29 11:58:32 2002 Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2002 13:01:59 -0700 (PDT) From: Cathy Kehoe To: roleplaylist Subject: FoE Role-Play: Musings of a wayward queen Important Role-Play here! this takes place approximately three weeks before this years Port Lansing Event: DragonAce, in the form everyone knew her in, with the name that everyone called her by, scanned the quiet and darkened room. Her tall sleek form, pearl and crystal scales that covered her body, muted in the lack of light. She had come to the station early. She needed to prepare herself for the mental onslaught that awaited her. She missed her people, missed her home, missed being called by her given name. Since coming out this far, so far from her home, so far from where anyone here had ever gone, only one had seen her true form, and even that concerned her. Leaning heavily on her cane, the one known as DragonAce walked across the dance floor. Her cantina, the borrowed space from the mercenaries. She still lacked a seal above her door. She was building information, she was converting and building funds to a currency that was acknowledged by these people. Whether she would be able to ever return to her world was in dispute. The royal court was in distress, by volunteering to be the one to protect and save her world, she may have condemned herself to permanent exile. Depriving the planet of the last of what she truly is. She dropped heavy into a chair. Walking around in this bipedal form for so long was painful. What hurt more was that her mate, her husband, her companion was back home, and she couldn't even talk to him most nights. She has been so sad these last few months, while he attends her court and the planet, being out of touch, she has cracked three of the weeping stones, and one is ready to shatter. Sitting in the dark and silence she mutters quietly in a tongue no one has ever heard outside her home. In common she repeats it. "Is it worth it?" The one known as DragonAce reaches up and scratches a delicate looking claw across her snout. Her look in this form is why she chose this name. A bipedal "dragon" to these people. Covered in scales, pearl and crystal, a streak of bluish purple down her back. Ears high on her head and a powerful jaw with her nose on the end. Her eyes, black with silver slits in the center, they catch the tiniest bit of light from the mostly drawn blinds. She closes her eyes and shakes from the need to mourn, the need to grieve her own loss. It is the one things she envies in those she has come here to hide from; to be able to cry. _____________________________________________________________ Calling all cartoon fans! Garfield keeps millions of newspaper readers laughing over their morning corn flakes...now he's waddling into cyberspace to spread his mirth (and girth)! You can now get the full-color Garfield comic strip e-mailed to you every day of the week -- absolutely FREE! Just go to http://www.garfield.com/signup/ to register! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TRANSMISSION FROM: Cathy Kehoe TO: The FoE Role-Play list Remember: Please send all non-Role-Play to the General Club list foe@deathstar.org If you have any problems or questions, please send them to: cantina-owner@deathstar.org