Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Tue, 15 Oct 2002 13:17:33 -0400 "L.S McGill" <lsmcgill@hotmail.com>
wrote:
She turned and looked at the formal Mandarin gown laid out on her bed. She
really should put it on and go down to join the ceremony, but she just
couldn't summon the will to. Her mind whirled with too many conflicting
emotions: happiness, jealousy, relief, despair. . . ever since she had
merged chi with Akane, she had felt like she was dancing along a razorblade.
{ :}The chaotic whirlwind of Akane's passions had nearly shattered the iron
control she had been forced to build following Ying Ying's death, the sole
defense she had against the overwhelming grief. . . .
She passed Ryouga, determinedly heading for the {Dojo : dojo}. She figured he might
find it next week, as he was heading in exactly the wrong direction. She
smiled. She could sympathize with the lost boy . . . she had felt like she
was lost all the time recently too, wandering aimlessly through a blizzard
in the dark. . . .
"As I said . . . I am {being :} a messenger."