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piosenniel · 10-24-2002, 02:01 AM

The swim back to the ship was turning out to be a pleasant one. The full moon shone brightly on the river, and the air was warm. She floated for much of the trip on her back, letting the current carry her down the river like an otter.

She passed a grouping of trees and rock that she remembered were just north of the ship. The Elf flipped over on her belly and paddled slowly to the ship. The thought of going back on board held no interest for her at the moment. Instead, she climbed up on some wide flat rocks along the river bank, and lay down there, beneath the trailing branches of a large willow.

Moonlight dappled through the leaves, and the sound of the water rose up like music as it flowed up and over and round the rocks and stones at the river's edge. It was an altogether lovely moment of grace in a long and dreadful day, she thought.

A tiny buzz of sound interrupted her pleasant thoughts. She cocked her head and listened closely, trying to pinpoint the location from which it came. 'No! It can't be! A look of surprise and alarm was on her face.

15...not strong...they await...

It was Bird! Sending a sing-song message to her. Untrained, her thoughts were broadcasting on a wide band. And they were strong and loud.

Pio risked a short, focused message, She was afraid that Gorthaur might sense her friend and send people to investigate, or worse yet,discover the source of the sending himself and clamp down on Bird with his mind.

Understood . . .no more sending . . .Danger

The night around her seemed to grow still. Pio relaxed her mind and heard no more from Bird, nor did she sense any interest generated from other quarters by the short message she had sent back.

She breathed easily again and allowed herself a small smile. Bird had a natural talent for osanwë! What a gift to share with a friend. Pio sighed, wishing this dreadful time to be over and quickly.

Mithadan would soon return to the ship. She swam back to it and climbed aboard to wait for him. He would be interested in Bird's message concerning the Men.

The gentle rocking of the ship in the river's current made her think of happier days - clear sky above her, a sturdy ship beneath her feet, the wind at her back, and good friends round her. Soon, she hoped. Soon.

[ October 24, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

10-24-2002, 02:01 AM	#271
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	The swim back to the ship was turning out to be a pleasant one. The full moon shone brightly on the river, and the air was warm. She floated for much of the trip on her back, letting the current carry her down the river like an otter. She passed a grouping of trees and rock that she remembered were just north of the ship. The Elf flipped over on her belly and paddled slowly to the ship. The thought of going back on board held no interest for her at the moment. Instead, she climbed up on some wide flat rocks along the river bank, and lay down there, beneath the trailing branches of a large willow. Moonlight dappled through the leaves, and the sound of the water rose up like music as it flowed up and over and round the rocks and stones at the river's edge. It was an altogether lovely moment of grace in a long and dreadful day, she thought. A tiny buzz of sound interrupted her pleasant thoughts. She cocked her head and listened closely, trying to pinpoint the location from which it came. 'No! It can't be! A look of surprise and alarm was on her face. 15...not strong...they await... It was Bird! Sending a sing-song message to her. Untrained, her thoughts were broadcasting on a wide band. And they were strong and loud. Pio risked a short, focused message, She was afraid that Gorthaur might sense her friend and send people to investigate, or worse yet,discover the source of the sending himself and clamp down on Bird with his mind. Understood . . .no more sending . . .Danger The night around her seemed to grow still. Pio relaxed her mind and heard no more from Bird, nor did she sense any interest generated from other quarters by the short message she had sent back. She breathed easily again and allowed herself a small smile. Bird had a natural talent for osanwë! What a gift to share with a friend. Pio sighed, wishing this dreadful time to be over and quickly. Mithadan would soon return to the ship. She swam back to it and climbed aboard to wait for him. He would be interested in Bird's message concerning the Men. The gentle rocking of the ship in the river's current made her think of happier days - clear sky above her, a sturdy ship beneath her feet, the wind at her back, and good friends round her. Soon, she hoped. Soon. [ October 24, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.