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littlemanpoet · 02-24-2005, 03:51 PM

Falowik and Denegal splashed through the downpour to the stable, grateful for the cozy dryness and its odiferousness.

"There you are, Laurëatan! You have been a while!" Uien, idly brushing Kirsúl, looked at Falowik with a smile, her large blue eyes taking in him and the stranger. "You have brought a friend, I see."

"This is Denegal. I met him in the Common room in the Inn," Falowik explained.

Uien nodded her head and regarded Denegal steadily, looking into him as much as upon; an Elf, she had to will herself not to look at one so, and did not think of it now. "I greet you, friend Denegal."

Denegal stared dumbly.

"Um," said Falowik, "he is from Gondor. And is in need of more serviceable footwear. Denegal?"

Denegal took a deep breath as though coming out of deep thought. "I am sorry. I have had little to do with Elves. 'Tis no wonder you name her your loadstone, Falowik."

Falowik blushed and coughed into his hand, but Uien laughed lightly. "Let me see those shoes of yours, Denegal."

"Well, they are not really my shoes, thank goodness...." he quickly related his story of footware misfortune.

Uien said, "Falowik works leather and I can sew well enough. Once the shower lets up, we can shop for leather and fit you well enough. You can pay us in the meantime with a tale from Gondor."

"We might as well do so in the Common room," said Falowik sheepishly, "for in all the coming and going, I forgot to settle our bill."

Kirsúl whinnied loudly. Uien turned to him. "Rest a little while longer, my friend. It is pouring out. Soon we shall be on our way." Kirsúl subsided and brushed Uien's face with his nose. "To the common room then, Denegal?" Uien asked.

02-24-2005, 03:51 PM	#1490
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Falowik & Uien Falowik and Denegal splashed through the downpour to the stable, grateful for the cozy dryness and its odiferousness. "There you are, Laurëatan! You have been a while!" Uien, idly brushing Kirsúl, looked at Falowik with a smile, her large blue eyes taking in him and the stranger. "You have brought a friend, I see." "This is Denegal. I met him in the Common room in the Inn," Falowik explained. Uien nodded her head and regarded Denegal steadily, looking into him as much as upon; an Elf, she had to will herself not to look at one so, and did not think of it now. "I greet you, friend Denegal." Denegal stared dumbly. "Um," said Falowik, "he is from Gondor. And is in need of more serviceable footwear. Denegal?" Denegal took a deep breath as though coming out of deep thought. "I am sorry. I have had little to do with Elves. 'Tis no wonder you name her your loadstone, Falowik." Falowik blushed and coughed into his hand, but Uien laughed lightly. "Let me see those shoes of yours, Denegal." "Well, they are not really my shoes, thank goodness...." he quickly related his story of footware misfortune. Uien said, "Falowik works leather and I can sew well enough. Once the shower lets up, we can shop for leather and fit you well enough. You can pay us in the meantime with a tale from Gondor." "We might as well do so in the Common room," said Falowik sheepishly, "for in all the coming and going, I forgot to settle our bill." Kirsúl whinnied loudly. Uien turned to him. "Rest a little while longer, my friend. It is pouring out. Soon we shall be on our way." Kirsúl subsided and brushed Uien's face with his nose. "To the common room then, Denegal?" Uien asked.