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Post by ashfisher on Aug 17, 2014 19:54:10 GMT -5
"My grandfather?" Jesse gathered her thoughts on the man. "Lets see he always had his hair slicked back. He had grey hair when I knew him, but I think he had my color hair when he was younger. He wore glasses, and was a little like my brother personality wise...though he never did that...sparkle thing." she thought some more while drinking some tea "He was very proper in some ways...its weird but Voltaire reminded me of him a little in that way."
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Post by epicchibi on Aug 25, 2014 9:26:39 GMT -5
She watched the young girl talk about her grandfather. Hope smiled from her tea cup then got to her feet. "I think I have met someone like him, but then again there are not many people who are like my Dear Voly..." she chuckled. The dragon woman wandered over to a chest and bent down, opening the lid she rummaged thought her things, pulling out books upon books and so on, it looked like it was never ending until she stopped. "Here it is..." Getting up she went to Jesse's side and placed the book on her lap. "I may not be sure, but I think, your Grandfather may be in this book, then again I could be wrong..."
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Post by ashfisher on Aug 27, 2014 17:44:57 GMT -5
Jesse looked to the book, curious about why her grandfather would be in it. She started to flip through, looking carefully at each page. Finally, about halfway through she found her grandfather. He looked a lot younger, and didn't have glasses, but she could still tell it was him. Just like on the other pages there was writing that she couldn't read. It was strange, her grandfather had taught her a lot of languages, yet this was one she didn't know. She looked up to Hope "I can't read this, but there is a picture of him in here." she smiled and looked to the picture again "He looks about my age....but being a elf, who knows how old he was."
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