Jemel watched as Aniram flew out of sight. Some of the company was already resting, though Jemel could not sleep. The trees held shadows as the bright light of the moon bore down upon the travelers. Jemel took a seat on the grass, listening closely for any noise from the direction of the rising smoke.
"You people are a tough crowd!" Jemel turned to see Harlon cartwheeling and tripping. Throwing imaginary rocks as he stumbled over any invisible stones he may have forgotten. Thoriel chuckled, while Lilebrian remained serious and unmoving. Garen smiled and shook his head at Harlon's joking antics.
In the distance, a very slight noise was heard. Jemel could sense the confusion in the sound, and Feadhros was immediatly stirred from his spot. He rushed to the top of the hill, Jemel at his heels. The rest of the company stared questioningly. Jemel motioned for them to stay.
A loud caw! sounded through the still night air. The flapping of wings and the dinstant shouts of burly men pierced the silence as well. Aniram's figure appeared over the hilltop, and carefully grasped in his beak was a dagger. A long dagger, well crafted with a beautiful green gem set into it.
"Mára mahta, Aniram?" Jemel called to the bird, smiling as the hawk gracefully soared and came to land on Jemel's outstreched forearm. Feadhros joined in, and held out a hand. Aniram let the dagger drop harmlessly into Feadhros's hand.
"Is it Nuhrive's?" Jemel asked as the two walked back towards the camp. Feadhros nodded as Jemel looked for some water or some bread for Aniram.
[ January 23, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]
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...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.
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