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Durelin · 11-08-2003, 01:36 PM

His brain pounded by each one of those sniffles coming from the man beside him, Snyd purposefully kept his hands at his sides. How long had he endured Fid and his moaning? The sun was well past its zenith, though the shadows had barely begun to lengthen. It had been quite a long while, but there still was a long while ahead. Snyd scowled up at the sun. He hated the afternoon, among other things. He glanced at Fid, and the man sniffed again. Snyd couldn't scowl at the man; he would just start moaning again.

One more sniff, and Snyd was all but running back to where Vlad and the elf walked, surprisingly away from the others. They were talking, and the elf was the one whose eyes burned with anger. But, then, the elf had much to be angry at. No, enraged at. Was it Vlad who sparked the anger? As Snyd reached them, the two were immediately silent. For a few moments, Snyd walked slightly behind Vlad and Melost in that silence. Even their steps were hardly heard, the two thieves' and the elf's. Snyd stared at the ground at his shadow, as if it would lengthen under his gaze.

Snyd started to itch, walking awkwardly in his discomfort. He couldn't stand the silence. He had always been afraid when it was so quiet; it had never seemed right. And so many times before there had been a cry, an angry shout or a scream, that would rise out of the silence to get him. With a glance upward, Snyd was reminded of the man still walking ahead of them. Oh, but he hated noise, too!

"Have we decided on an actual destination of all this walking?" he asked, trying to make his voice sound cheery without being too mocking.

"Do you Men always speak in such a way to your superiors?" The elf's voice dripped content.

"Superiors!" Snyd practically squeaked the word, and he calmed his voice before continuing on angrily. "What makes Vlad my superior? What makes anyone? Who do y--"

"Quiet Snyd." Vlad's rough voice broke in. Snyd braced himself to be the recipient of the man's wrath, as he had done so many times before, but Vlad simply turned to Melost, his expression stern, but not angry. Surprisingly... His words all the more so.

"You will accept my...offer?"

His offer? To an elf? Snyd thought.

[ November 14, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]

11-08-2003, 01:36 PM	#192
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	His brain pounded by each one of those sniffles coming from the man beside him, Snyd purposefully kept his hands at his sides. How long had he endured Fid and his moaning? The sun was well past its zenith, though the shadows had barely begun to lengthen. It had been quite a long while, but there still was a long while ahead. Snyd scowled up at the sun. He hated the afternoon, among other things. He glanced at Fid, and the man sniffed again. Snyd couldn't scowl at the man; he would just start moaning again. One more sniff, and Snyd was all but running back to where Vlad and the elf walked, surprisingly away from the others. They were talking, and the elf was the one whose eyes burned with anger. But, then, the elf had much to be angry at. No, enraged at. Was it Vlad who sparked the anger? As Snyd reached them, the two were immediately silent. For a few moments, Snyd walked slightly behind Vlad and Melost in that silence. Even their steps were hardly heard, the two thieves' and the elf's. Snyd stared at the ground at his shadow, as if it would lengthen under his gaze. Snyd started to itch, walking awkwardly in his discomfort. He couldn't stand the silence. He had always been afraid when it was so quiet; it had never seemed right. And so many times before there had been a cry, an angry shout or a scream, that would rise out of the silence to get him. With a glance upward, Snyd was reminded of the man still walking ahead of them. Oh, but he hated noise, too! "Have we decided on an actual destination of all this walking?" he asked, trying to make his voice sound cheery without being too mocking. "Do you Men always speak in such a way to your superiors?" The elf's voice dripped content. "Superiors!" Snyd practically squeaked the word, and he calmed his voice before continuing on angrily. "What makes Vlad my superior? What makes anyone? Who do y--" "Quiet Snyd." Vlad's rough voice broke in. Snyd braced himself to be the recipient of the man's wrath, as he had done so many times before, but Vlad simply turned to Melost, his expression stern, but not angry. Surprisingly... His words all the more so. "You will accept my...offer?" His offer? To an elf? Snyd thought. [ November 14, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]