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[_saeros]

*floats around Tirion*

*finds himself strangely weary*

*would frown if he could*

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[mornaquilde]

*is sitting under a tree laden with ripe apples, reading a book about music theory*

[_saeros]

*spots you*

>:|

*floats on a branch right over you*

*concentrates hard*

*makes leaves rustle*

:O

Saeros, you are Da Dead Elf!

[mornaquilde]

*glances up and sees nothing but the leaves shaking and the apples swaying*

*figures it's the breeze and goes back to his book*

[_saeros]

*concentrates on an apple*

Whew, that's not so easy.

*manages to losen an apple*

*it lands on your head with a rather satisfying thwack*

>:D