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Galadriel55 · 03-04-2012, 08:06 PM

The hand did not hurt very much anymore, but they were still talking. Why are they so worried? Why are all of them talking about him?

Yes, they are talking about him, Theolain knew. Or about his hand. He looked at his palm in an attempt to see what is so important about it. The red stick bit it, and now it was red. So what?

Theolain watched as the stranger crushed some green leaves into the water and stirred them. How did the stick not bite him? When it bit me all the red cme into my hand, and there's none left for him! I can take it again!

But instead of taking the stick, Theolain put his hand in the water. Not because he knew he should, but because one piece of the herb was not crushed as finely as the others. It swirled around when the stranger stirred the contents of the pail. Theolain had to catch it.

It took him some time. It was difficult; whenever Theolain brought his hand close the wave his hand made carried the leaf away, and it slipped from between his fingers when he was sure they are closing around it. When this did not work, he tried another way. He cupped his hand and slowly brought it to the surface, right where the leaf was. The second time he tried this new strategy he succeeded - the leaf was lying on his palm.

Theolain stretched out his hand to the man. "This one too big," he said. Mother looked on with a blank expression, but the stranger seemed slightly amused.

03-04-2012, 08:06 PM	#1297
Galadriel55 Blossom of Dwimordene Join Date: Oct 2010 Location: The realm of forgotten words Posts: 10,495	Theolain The hand did not hurt very much anymore, but they were still talking. Why are they so worried? Why are all of them talking about him? Yes, they are talking about him, Theolain knew. Or about his hand. He looked at his palm in an attempt to see what is so important about it. The red stick bit it, and now it was red. So what? Theolain watched as the stranger crushed some green leaves into the water and stirred them. How did the stick not bite him? When it bit me all the red cme into my hand, and there's none left for him! I can take it again! But instead of taking the stick, Theolain put his hand in the water. Not because he knew he should, but because one piece of the herb was not crushed as finely as the others. It swirled around when the stranger stirred the contents of the pail. Theolain had to catch it. It took him some time. It was difficult; whenever Theolain brought his hand close the wave his hand made carried the leaf away, and it slipped from between his fingers when he was sure they are closing around it. When this did not work, he tried another way. He cupped his hand and slowly brought it to the surface, right where the leaf was. The second time he tried this new strategy he succeeded - the leaf was lying on his palm. Theolain stretched out his hand to the man. "This one too big," he said. Mother looked on with a blank expression, but the stranger seemed slightly amused.