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I Remember . . .

Solara and I had been exchanging tells for weeks in Fount as I hunted the 3 names and she would dig.   It wasn’t till after she had chatted with Pero and in time joined AA that she discovered she and I were guildmates.  I had not mentioned my involvement in AA and this came as an unexpected but delightful surprise to her.

We had bonded as friends in sisterhood.

Our tell windows were always filled with the endless chatter reserve for those we enjoy in their laughter, their wisdom and their hearts.

Our guild chat is probably like any other guild’s.  When someone new listens in they make the same assumptions anyone would.

This one time there was a great bit of bantering going on and text was flying by fast.

I got this tell from Solara, “Rive looks so cute standing next to Pero.  Did you ever notice how much Riveit’s ears look like Pero’s? . . . seriously, I am standing here next to them . . . side by side :)

After a good laugh I replied.  Then…

“What, you mean he’s not Pero’s son?”

“I don’t think he legal recognizes him.  lol”
“No…really.  I though Riveit was Pero’s son…?”

A short time later I got this tell from her:

“Aww Pero and Riveit standing next to each other.. they really could be father and son :)

:)

I miss you Solara,  Rest in Peace and know you are loved.

Comments

2 Responses to “I Remember . . .”

  1. Ryuchan
    January 4th, 2009 @ 4:30 pm

    these are the things people like me who didnt know her like to hear, gives a lil bit of insight.

    thanks for sharing Pipp :)

  2. Riveit
    January 5th, 2009 @ 11:00 am

    I am picturing one of those “Luke, I am your father.” …. “NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” moments. :D

    Seriously, she thought I was Pero’s son? She was such a warm and wonderful person, always chatting up a storm. Solara and I shared a fondness for Thegreatdt, that over-energetic misunderstood young lady. :)

    For us older AA, losing Iverem and Mistressolara so close together is an awful double blow. The good do die young.

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