***** DALE - Bram *****
Bram watched Girion fight with himself. 'I wonder if he knows how much like his father he is? Probably not, Bard never thought he matched up to his father's expectations when he was younger. But he grew into them, and made them his own.' He chuckled at his memories of a much younger Bard, eyes blazing at some perceived insult, his diplomacy meted out by his clenched fists. Bram rubbed the bridge of his nose absently, a small irregular bump there, where Bram's sharp, unschooled tongue had met with Bard's 'diplomacy'.
He thought for a moment, then walked toward Girion, and stood before him, hands behind his back. 'I've come to make amends for my behavior toward you.' he said, offering his hand to the young man. He looked the Girion in the eyes and smiled. 'You are much as I remember your father.' he said, eyes sparkling. 'I knew him then, back when we both were younger.'
[ October 30, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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