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Voice Post//The Woods//Faltering
Sep. 27th, 2009 10:16 am[This is the sound of a boy, maybe nine or ten years old, calling out.]
Professor? Professor?
...I do not know where I am... None of my gentlemen-in-waiting are nearby.
[Have a snort from his horse. Yes, he talks to his horse.]
Aunt Prunaprismia?
[Quietly.]
...Uncle Miraz? I didn't mean to wander off, honestly. Please let me come home. I will not do it again.
( ooc )
Professor? Professor?
...I do not know where I am... None of my gentlemen-in-waiting are nearby.
[Have a snort from his horse. Yes, he talks to his horse.]
Aunt Prunaprismia?
[Quietly.]
...Uncle Miraz? I didn't mean to wander off, honestly. Please let me come home. I will not do it again.
( ooc )
