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A tall figure, clad in simple robes and graced with brilliant white wings, enters the room with seeking gaze and subtle stride. This place of fellowship is much changed since last his footfalls echoed in the timber lodge, though familiar banners and adornments docorate the walls. Out of place and yet comfortable, his face is as new, as strange, as those of many he now sees. Waving politely, the immense character, now before the bar, orders a decanter of ale and looks out to the general population of the tavern.

 

Hello everyone.

 

It has been quite some time since I have made my pressence known here, though often I have strode the halls of this place. Seasons have passed since my voice sounded, yet my eyes and mind have minded some of that which transpires here. Long since my words have found their way to light, though I have basked in the light of others.

 

As a guest, I have looked upon these halls many times, though I could not find the gumption to sign the guest book and make myself known. Too little time with too much work and a lack-luster mind have leant me little inspiration to share.

 

And yet, I have returned. Awakened by the words of the Polite Ancient, reminding me that I have always found inspiration and have shared good times in these halls. So here I am, long displaced but still possessing a great favor of this company and its art.

 

Excuse the melodramatic entry, but it HAS been some time for me. For those who know me, I bear thee warm greeting (should you still remember me.) For those who don't, I look forward to becoming aquainted.

 

The Pen has changed. The words it holds have not. And I have missed them.

 

Signed with admiration and nostalgia-

 

Bhurin

Signature and titles withheld at present.

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Jon runs in and hugs his winged friend heartily, dropping down his massive portfolio and immediately showing up what he's been up to in Bhurin's abscene. Proper conversation will either come later or perhaps this is what they do a good part of the time, talking profusely, looking at creative work and making jokes about frogs.

 

Stay a minute, stay a year, welcome back Bhurin! or should I say WINGS BOY! *Runs*

 

:lol:

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Ozymandias raises an eyebrow. "Do you, my fine, feathered friend, " the old man begins slowly, "have ANY idea how many messengers I nearly gave heart attacks trying to climb your tower before I found you were gone?" He smiles warmly, craning his neck a bit to meet Bhurin's eye. "It good to have you back, even if it is only in 'spirit'. And what's this balderdash about a lack-luster mind living in *that* head, mm? If yours is so wanting, then as Loremaster, I'm in trouble!" He claps his massive angelic friend on the elbow, as he laughs merrily. "Rest and relax for as long as you may!"

 

(It's terrific to see you, B!)

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*blink*

BHUR!

*hugtackle*

 

*cough*

Yes...

Um...

Hi. :D

 

Better stick around a bit longer this time, or... *Fingers her own quill thoughtfully*

Remember you, indeed...

You're as foolish as...as... an overgrown chickadee!

 

 

Ohhhhkay I'm not normally this scattered. Time for sleep, I think.

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