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Child of the 7th Age · 09-20-2002, 08:53 AM

As Angara took off and traced her path across the skies, she could feel the iron touch of the Man's mind brushing against her own. Frustration and humiliation gripped her. She had no wish to repeat the scene on the Star. She felt a new message coming through, and, with an effort of will, sought to free herself from its grip.

But, then, from some unknown shadow, she sensed yet another mind, strangely linked through that of the Man. The enormity of it all stunned her. It hovered on the edge of her consciousness seeking to encompass the Man and then to engulf her own self as well. She struggled against its potency. As blackness overcame Angara, and she plummetted into the waters, she sensed a question posed from the beyond.

A wyrm? A winged wyrm? From whence came such a creature to the shores of Elenna? What a valuable ally this one would make!

The mind let go of the Man and searched instead for the one behind it. A feeling of sick joy spread at the imagined vision of a giant dragon with its claws fixed on a hapless vessel smashing it down into the depths. Yet when the mind searched again for the source of that destruction, it could not be found.

The touch had been so fleeting, felt only through another, that it was impossible to tell from whence it came. It might have com from anywhere along the isle's twisted coastline. Still, a winged wyrm in the sky merited investigation.

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Just as Cami was about to respond to Bird, Pio had made her appearance at the skiff. After taking down the information and bidding goodbye to the Elf, the hobbit had again turned her attention to the question of directions.

She had looked at the maps, and then at the choppy waters surrounding the boats. One final glance at the rising sun had confirmed her first guess.

"Bear east," she had cried. The wind is pushing us too far west. It's strong today, so be careful. You need to approach the coast from the east, since that's where the caves are. That way, we're less likely to meet any small boats."

For the longest time, she had sensed the presence of something in her mind, as if she was being followed. It was not an unfriendly touch, merely curious and probing, and a bit disgruntled, almost as if it had been given some responsibility to keep an eye on them. The hobbit was suspicious. But when she turned and looked in all directions she saw nothing. Then, almost instantly, she felt the presence withdraw. She could not understand or explain, but she felt greatly relieved that they were no longer being followed.

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09-20-2002, 08:53 AM	#36
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	As Angara took off and traced her path across the skies, she could feel the iron touch of the Man's mind brushing against her own. Frustration and humiliation gripped her. She had no wish to repeat the scene on the Star. She felt a new message coming through, and, with an effort of will, sought to free herself from its grip. But, then, from some unknown shadow, she sensed yet another mind, strangely linked through that of the Man. The enormity of it all stunned her. It hovered on the edge of her consciousness seeking to encompass the Man and then to engulf her own self as well. She struggled against its potency. As blackness overcame Angara, and she plummetted into the waters, she sensed a question posed from the beyond. A wyrm? A winged wyrm? From whence came such a creature to the shores of Elenna? What a valuable ally this one would make! The mind let go of the Man and searched instead for the one behind it. A feeling of sick joy spread at the imagined vision of a giant dragon with its claws fixed on a hapless vessel smashing it down into the depths. Yet when the mind searched again for the source of that destruction, it could not be found. The touch had been so fleeting, felt only through another, that it was impossible to tell from whence it came. It might have com from anywhere along the isle's twisted coastline. Still, a winged wyrm in the sky merited investigation. --------------------------------------------- Just as Cami was about to respond to Bird, Pio had made her appearance at the skiff. After taking down the information and bidding goodbye to the Elf, the hobbit had again turned her attention to the question of directions. She had looked at the maps, and then at the choppy waters surrounding the boats. One final glance at the rising sun had confirmed her first guess. "Bear east," she had cried. The wind is pushing us too far west. It's strong today, so be careful. You need to approach the coast from the east, since that's where the caves are. That way, we're less likely to meet any small boats." For the longest time, she had sensed the presence of something in her mind, as if she was being followed. It was not an unfriendly touch, merely curious and probing, and a bit disgruntled, almost as if it had been given some responsibility to keep an eye on them. The hobbit was suspicious. But when she turned and looked in all directions she saw nothing. Then, almost instantly, she felt the presence withdraw. She could not understand or explain, but she felt greatly relieved that they were no longer being followed. [ September 20, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.