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Birdland · 12-11-2002, 12:59 PM

Amaranthas old eyes went wide at the kiss on the head, and Elfred thought for a moment that the old woman would launch a massive attack at such "liberties". But instead, the woman's face unaccountably softened. It was the first sign of affection anyone had offered her in many, many years.

"There, there," she muttered, fumbling with the silver handle of her cane. "Well, I'm glad you liked my tales, and you seem to be a nice enough little thing, despite your wild ways."

The little hobbit seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, her gnarled old hands stroking the side of the goblet as a peaceful silence settled round the table. Then, with a sigh she reached into the pocket of her long black skirt and pulled out a shining, silver locket with a deep green stone . Holding it up to the light, she let the necklace twirl and wink in the candlelight before setting it on the table.
"Recognize it, do you?" she asked quietly, "It's been passed down, mother to daughter, through the ages. My own Celedine should have had it, but then..." She gazed up at Elfred, now sitting rapted on a bench beside the table. The story had held him enthralled. "Well, I suppose this should go to that daughter of yours off in Michel Delving: my grandchild."

"You have a new great-grandchild as well, Amaranthas." said Elfred with a quiet smile.

"Do I now? Well, let's wet the baby's head, shall we?" And with that she raised her glass to the two at the table.

Pio took up the locket, remembering that long ago day when it had been bestowed on her friend. To see it had survived through the ages, when so many others had not, brought tears to her eyes.

"There, there, dearie," Amaranthas said again, patting the ageless Elven hand with her own wrinkled, spotted palm. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Lady Pio," she leaned forward to whisper in the pointed ear, "I just about loved all those tales of Cami when I was growing up. If I was younger, and living in those times, I do believe I would have joined her on her adventures, myself."

[ December 12, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]

12-11-2002, 12:59 PM	#291
Birdland Ghastly Neekerbreeker Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: the banks of the mighty Scioto Posts: 1,751	Amaranthas old eyes went wide at the kiss on the head, and Elfred thought for a moment that the old woman would launch a massive attack at such "liberties". But instead, the woman's face unaccountably softened. It was the first sign of affection anyone had offered her in many, many years. "There, there," she muttered, fumbling with the silver handle of her cane. "Well, I'm glad you liked my tales, and you seem to be a nice enough little thing, despite your wild ways." The little hobbit seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, her gnarled old hands stroking the side of the goblet as a peaceful silence settled round the table. Then, with a sigh she reached into the pocket of her long black skirt and pulled out a shining, silver locket with a deep green stone . Holding it up to the light, she let the necklace twirl and wink in the candlelight before setting it on the table. "Recognize it, do you?" she asked quietly, "It's been passed down, mother to daughter, through the ages. My own Celedine should have had it, but then..." She gazed up at Elfred, now sitting rapted on a bench beside the table. The story had held him enthralled. "Well, I suppose this should go to that daughter of yours off in Michel Delving: my grandchild." "You have a new great-grandchild as well, Amaranthas." said Elfred with a quiet smile. "Do I now? Well, let's wet the baby's head, shall we?" And with that she raised her glass to the two at the table. Pio took up the locket, remembering that long ago day when it had been bestowed on her friend. To see it had survived through the ages, when so many others had not, brought tears to her eyes. "There, there, dearie," Amaranthas said again, patting the ageless Elven hand with her own wrinkled, spotted palm. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Lady Pio," she leaned forward to whisper in the pointed ear, "I just about loved all those tales of Cami when I was growing up. If I was younger, and living in those times, I do believe I would have joined her on her adventures, myself." [ December 12, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]