"Hammer and anvil! I shall go and get those Rangers here at once!" Vráin exclaimed and started towards his pony before others had the time to open their mouths.
"Wait!" Gráin called after him; "Ah hasty fool; like wind you indeed would ride with that stout pony of yours. But I was talking about a swift north wind and not a soft breeze from the south."
Elentari let out a hearty laughter. "Vráin, thank you for volunteering! But Gráin is right, we need someone who can fly to carry out this quest and for that your pony is no good." Vráin walked slowly back to the others, still leading his steady steed from its headstall. The beast snorted and looked deprecating as it eyed Elentari with its dark eyes; obviously it deemed himself quite suitable for the task.
"But maybe you could ride with someone, the one who takes this errand. You and your brother know the man we are looking for while others don't." Elentari continued for Vráin expression was nearly as gloomy as his pony's. "Maybe..." she was about to carry on when someone stepped out from the ring;
"I will go! And my steed is ready to bear an extra weight."
[ June 11, 2003: Message edited by: Annunfuiniel ]
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