<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=2933.msg96130#msg96130">Quote from: MadPanda on 07-12-2005, 22:04:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">After making the usual polite noises of appreciation, she stops and stares at it, another of those subdued half-smiles crossing her face.<br/>"Your handiwork," she says at long last. "It's quite good."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Why thank you." Anne says. "It's a very soft wood I retrieved from nearby Shadow just before I took my leave for a while.  Perhaps a guardian of my old home, so to speak."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=2933.msg96130#msg96130">Quote from: MadPanda on 07-12-2005, 22:04:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She turns about for a moment, as if trying to decide to remain standing or take a seat.<br/>"Errr...now what?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Touch it... it's almost a velvety feel from way I finished it."  She leaned forward and took Gwenevire's hand, guiding it so that they both bent over alongside each other to stroke the sculture from head to tail.  Anne's hand was soft compared to Gwenevire's strong, tough skin and she let her fingers run lightly over the back of Gwenevire's hand as they moved together.