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Groin Redbeard · 10-02-2009, 01:15 PM

The wedding is complete. Lord and lady had left for the comfort and solitude of their room, leaving a lingering, shrinking, group of people talking about the day—an exciting day! Not long after the lord and lady had gone to bed, Erbrand retired from the conversations. He stayed awake for hours thinking about the dance—Kara was beautiful in the moonlight.

If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die. That last note—it had a dying fall! It came to my ear like the sweet sound that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving keen fragrance! Spirit of love, how quick and fresh you are!

Erbrand sat against the pole outside of his tent for a long while just thinking about the day: the race with Kara; his confrontation with Thornden; the wedding; the dance. The wind rustled the grass and swayed his long brown hair with a vibrant energy. The stars were particularly beautiful tonight; one of the last clear nights before winter would arrive. Soon the deer would become scarce to find. Hunting parties will have to be made and travel far in search of quarry. Erbrand lazily reached back for one of his arrows; he held the shaft and twiddled the barb between his fingers. For a long while his thought was bent on the excitement of the hunt, however, the arrow soon reminded him of the archery contest that day: the breaking of his bow and of Thornden.

Thornden! the name he hated to hear, to be reminded of. Erbrand had eyed him all night, dancing, laughing, and talking with Kara when Erbrand had left. The arrow in his hand suddenly became more interesting than before, Erbrand held the point closer to him and imitated its flight with cruel intent.

“I wonder what it would feel like to be shot with one this?” he whispered under his breath, faintly laughing at the thought.

Erbrand was not a ruthless person you must understand, but he hated Thornden with all his heart. As long as he felt Thornden was between him and Kara’s affection, Erbrand would not stop until he say Thornden put in his place, and that proper place was anywhere away from Kara. Stigend had made things perfectly clear to him. Erbrand planned to win Kara’s love and put Thornden in his proper place in a single act; he would impress Kara and all of Scarburg! But there is time, time is all he needs. Everything will be done in its due time.

10-02-2009, 01:15 PM	#490
Groin Redbeard Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: Facing the world's troubles with Christ's hope! Posts: 1,635	Erbrand The wedding is complete. Lord and lady had left for the comfort and solitude of their room, leaving a lingering, shrinking, group of people talking about the day—an exciting day! Not long after the lord and lady had gone to bed, Erbrand retired from the conversations. He stayed awake for hours thinking about the dance—Kara was beautiful in the moonlight. If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die. That last note—it had a dying fall! It came to my ear like the sweet sound that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving keen fragrance! Spirit of love, how quick and fresh you are! Erbrand sat against the pole outside of his tent for a long while just thinking about the day: the race with Kara; his confrontation with Thornden; the wedding; the dance. The wind rustled the grass and swayed his long brown hair with a vibrant energy. The stars were particularly beautiful tonight; one of the last clear nights before winter would arrive. Soon the deer would become scarce to find. Hunting parties will have to be made and travel far in search of quarry. Erbrand lazily reached back for one of his arrows; he held the shaft and twiddled the barb between his fingers. For a long while his thought was bent on the excitement of the hunt, however, the arrow soon reminded him of the archery contest that day: the breaking of his bow and of Thornden. Thornden! the name he hated to hear, to be reminded of. Erbrand had eyed him all night, dancing, laughing, and talking with Kara when Erbrand had left. The arrow in his hand suddenly became more interesting than before, Erbrand held the point closer to him and imitated its flight with cruel intent. “I wonder what it would feel like to be shot with one this?” he whispered under his breath, faintly laughing at the thought. Erbrand was not a ruthless person you must understand, but he hated Thornden with all his heart. As long as he felt Thornden was between him and Kara’s affection, Erbrand would not stop until he say Thornden put in his place, and that proper place was anywhere away from Kara. Stigend had made things perfectly clear to him. Erbrand planned to win Kara’s love and put Thornden in his proper place in a single act; he would impress Kara and all of Scarburg! But there is time, time is all he needs. Everything will be done in its due time.