Message no. 1

From:	Christina Johnson <johnson1@**.UWP.EDU>
Subject:	nightfoxxes and jailbait
Date:	Tue, 23 Mar 93 03:12:29 CET

>>>>>[Ah... Rise my hopes and then dash them on the rocks below.... To
speak Sperithian again, with someone fluent. And I've had years of poetry
crammed into my head. My Mentor said it would be good practice for creating
spells. I suppose it worked. But Night's a tad young for me. My 21st
birthday was Feb. 13th... That's right, folks... it was a friday.
(snicker) But, given a good deal of ankle-pulling on the part of one
determined young woman (you can let go now, Sierra.) I think I'll be
attending. Did someone mention something about a ride? anyone know where
the Edge is? You can meet us there...
Young Nightfox, I've some questions and perhaps a small job for you.
I'll have to clear it first. Your aid would be most welcome, though.]<<<<<
-Brandywine- <20:04:54/22.3.54>

<<<<<[Clear it? She means talk to HER babysitter. <snicker>
"Pleeeease,
Uncle Laverty.... can i bring my friends with?"]>>>>>
-DOA- <20:06:13 / 3/22/54>

>>>>>[Hush, child. He's not my uncle. And besides, it's Uncle
Sean.]<<<<<
-Brandywine- <20:07:08/22.3.54>