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piosenniel · 06-05-2002, 01:48 AM

It's late, the partygoers are retiring to their tents and blanket-rolls under the stars. Mithadan is sleeping on one of the padded benches at the tavern. Birdie has gone home with Child and Angara.

Pio steps out of the tavern and takes a stroll underneath the stars, searching for her favorite constellations on this clear night. She finds herself in the area where Mithadan had cleaved the REG in two.

She pauses to look at a clump of late blooming Niphrodel lit by the pale moon. 'Such simple beauty on this field of now gone horror,' she murmurs to herself. A small red gleam catches her eye - on closer inspection, the cover of the glowing light on the REG is revealed. 'How interesting that this should still survive. I'll take it for a souvenir!'

She pick it up and puts it in the small leather bag hanging from a thong around her neck. There is a faint electricity in its touch, but she shrugs it off as just some cool passing breeze.

Sitting down, back against a tree, by the river, she watches the water flow by and wonders where it's been and where it's going.

06-05-2002, 01:48 AM	#802
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	It's late, the partygoers are retiring to their tents and blanket-rolls under the stars. Mithadan is sleeping on one of the padded benches at the tavern. Birdie has gone home with Child and Angara. Pio steps out of the tavern and takes a stroll underneath the stars, searching for her favorite constellations on this clear night. She finds herself in the area where Mithadan had cleaved the REG in two. She pauses to look at a clump of late blooming Niphrodel lit by the pale moon. 'Such simple beauty on this field of now gone horror,' she murmurs to herself. A small red gleam catches her eye - on closer inspection, the cover of the glowing light on the REG is revealed. 'How interesting that this should still survive. I'll take it for a souvenir!' She pick it up and puts it in the small leather bag hanging from a thong around her neck. There is a faint electricity in its touch, but she shrugs it off as just some cool passing breeze. Sitting down, back against a tree, by the river, she watches the water flow by and wonders where it's been and where it's going. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.