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mark12_30 · 03-14-2003, 03:06 PM

As the crowd began to disburse, and shuffle Innward, Gamba tugged at Mithadan's sleeve even as he headed over to check on his mother.

"What is it, Gamba?" Mithadan asked.

"I don't really have to go back in that building... do I?" Gamba pleaded, even as he knelt down by his mother. Then he met his mother's gaze, which although foggy was beginning to clear. "Mom, you should have ducked."

He heard strange voices behind him. "How did you miss at that close range, anyway?"

"Let him be, Retya."

Gamba stood and turned, and found himself face to face with Retya.

"What's with the sissy braids?" Gamba said.

"Sissy?"

Two other braided teenagers stepped forward.

"The three of you. Cut your hair. What do you think you are, elvish or something?"

"Let him be, " their father repeated.

Gamba sized Lindo up next, without hiding the contempt in his voice. "You too?"

"Grow your hair and braid it like a warrior, " Lindo replied, evenly and coldly meeting Gamba's gaze. Gamba soon dropped his eyes. Then Lindo turned towards the Inn, and the three teenagers laughed, and followed suit.

At their laughter, Gamba flushed crimson and his fists clenched; but Mithadan siezed Gamba by the elbow and dragged him towards the Inn while Maura, Frodo, and Bilbo helped Cami to her feet. The four little boys scampered after Gamba, chirruping and laughing. Gamba counted them reflexively, and then looked back at Cami.

"Hey, Mithadan, " Gamba said, looking back over his shoulder, "Who is that greyhaired guy with his arm around my mom?"

[ March 15, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ]

03-14-2003, 03:06 PM	#197
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	As the crowd began to disburse, and shuffle Innward, Gamba tugged at Mithadan's sleeve even as he headed over to check on his mother. "What is it, Gamba?" Mithadan asked. "I don't really have to go back in that building... do I?" Gamba pleaded, even as he knelt down by his mother. Then he met his mother's gaze, which although foggy was beginning to clear. "Mom, you should have ducked." He heard strange voices behind him. "How did you miss at that close range, anyway?" "Let him be, Retya." Gamba stood and turned, and found himself face to face with Retya. "What's with the sissy braids?" Gamba said. "Sissy?" Two other braided teenagers stepped forward. "The three of you. Cut your hair. What do you think you are, elvish or something?" "Let him be, " their father repeated. Gamba sized Lindo up next, without hiding the contempt in his voice. "You too?" "Grow your hair and braid it like a warrior, " Lindo replied, evenly and coldly meeting Gamba's gaze. Gamba soon dropped his eyes. Then Lindo turned towards the Inn, and the three teenagers laughed, and followed suit. At their laughter, Gamba flushed crimson and his fists clenched; but Mithadan siezed Gamba by the elbow and dragged him towards the Inn while Maura, Frodo, and Bilbo helped Cami to her feet. The four little boys scampered after Gamba, chirruping and laughing. Gamba counted them reflexively, and then looked back at Cami. "Hey, Mithadan, " Gamba said, looking back over his shoulder, "Who is that greyhaired guy with his arm around my mom?" [ March 15, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ] __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.