YanYanGanaffi Posted February 16, 2005 Report Posted February 16, 2005 Wrenwind strolled around the grounds of the Pen, watching the amber sky as the sun set. Valentine's Day was almost over, and she had not gotten a Valentine's Day gift. Though it was disappointing, she didn't feel too put out. Maybe no one had been assigned to her? It could have happened. As she thought on this, a noise behind her broke her reverie. Behind her stood Yan Yan Ganaffi, his leather armor torn, scatches and bruises all over his body, and an exhausted look about him as he had a hand on his knee, the other carrying a dark onyx box, panting loudly. After a moment, he hands her the box before regaining his composure. Inbetween pants, Yan Yan said," Happy...*pant*..Valentine's Day. Hope you like your gift." Wrenwind opened the box, revealing a glowing, beautiful golden feather as long as her forearm. The feather seemed to radiate it's own light. She gasped, almost afraid to touch it. "What is this?" Yan Yan stretched," It's a wing feather from a Seriphem angel," Yan Yan explained," he wasn't wanting to give it up willingly. So I traded a pint in a half of blood for it. I hope you like it."
WrenWind Posted February 18, 2005 Report Posted February 18, 2005 I am honored by your gift. Wren touches Yan Yan's cheek gently. Thank you very much. With a small flash of her purple eyes Yan Yan's armour is fixed. Happy Valentine's Day
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