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Nogrod · 08-12-2006, 07:52 PM

Novgorod found a nice shelter between some boulders as the night was drawing closer. He lit a fire with the shrubs and then came up with some thicker logs from the nearby stunted birches. Soon enough he was having a merry campfire going on. The evening was just perfect: the air was not cold and the stars lighted the sky. Everything seemed to be as they would have to be; peace and quiet.

He was leaning backwards to a boulder, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the Blueberries he occasionally picked from his basket as he heard the sound of someone approaching. He was feeling too lazy to sprint up right away. The moment was too relaxed. Just from the routine, he took hold of the hilt of his sword and stared to the falling darkness of the surrounding landscape where the noises had come from.

Soon enough a figure of a dwarf appeared into the sphere of the fire. It was Narleah, the dwarf he had met the night before. She offered him some berries from her hat. Novgorod quickly showed his self-made basket almost full of berries to her and she retreated the offer.

They looked at each other for a while. Then the dwarf began: "Er-hm...I don't know if I introduced myself yesternight. My name is Narleah." With that she sat down without Novgorod's approval. "I cannot recall the name of that song that you were humming....sir....sire?....lord?" Narleah pulled nervously on her beard, flicking pieces of berry into the fire.

“Narleah! Welcome to the fire my friend! Just call me Novgo’”, Novgorod answered cheerily, casting away his doubts about the non-talkativeness of his company of this second night. “Sad you don’t remember the song, but maybe later...”, he said, pulling his breath as he was disappointed with the news. “If you have some water, we could make tea for two again”.

After a nod from Narleah, Novgorod added some more leaves to the kettle and gave the oncoming tea a new twist. “This will be a little strong, but I’ve got not so much water anymore” he told Narleah and smiled to her, passing his basket of Blueberries to the dwarf.

08-12-2006, 07:52 PM	#49
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	Novgorod found a nice shelter between some boulders as the night was drawing closer. He lit a fire with the shrubs and then came up with some thicker logs from the nearby stunted birches. Soon enough he was having a merry campfire going on. The evening was just perfect: the air was not cold and the stars lighted the sky. Everything seemed to be as they would have to be; peace and quiet. He was leaning backwards to a boulder, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the Blueberries he occasionally picked from his basket as he heard the sound of someone approaching. He was feeling too lazy to sprint up right away. The moment was too relaxed. Just from the routine, he took hold of the hilt of his sword and stared to the falling darkness of the surrounding landscape where the noises had come from. Soon enough a figure of a dwarf appeared into the sphere of the fire. It was Narleah, the dwarf he had met the night before. She offered him some berries from her hat. Novgorod quickly showed his self-made basket almost full of berries to her and she retreated the offer. They looked at each other for a while. Then the dwarf began: "Er-hm...I don't know if I introduced myself yesternight. My name is Narleah." With that she sat down without Novgorod's approval. "I cannot recall the name of that song that you were humming....sir....sire?....lord?" Narleah pulled nervously on her beard, flicking pieces of berry into the fire. “Narleah! Welcome to the fire my friend! Just call me Novgo’”, Novgorod answered cheerily, casting away his doubts about the non-talkativeness of his company of this second night. “Sad you don’t remember the song, but maybe later...”, he said, pulling his breath as he was disappointed with the news. “If you have some water, we could make tea for two again”. After a nod from Narleah, Novgorod added some more leaves to the kettle and gave the oncoming tea a new twist. “This will be a little strong, but I’ve got not so much water anymore” he told Narleah and smiled to her, passing his basket of Blueberries to the dwarf. Last edited by Nogrod; 08-14-2006 at 12:38 PM.