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Old 04-02-2006, 07:42 AM   #164
Feanor of the Peredhil
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Saeryn met Falco as he ambled (though with more speed than usual) toward the kitchen.

"Falco!" she said, carrying a tray of cold drinks. "How are they doing up there?"

She nodded in the direction that she was walking, and though she slowed, she continued forward.

"Where'd you find those cups?" asked Falco, thinking he knew the answer.

"The kitchen, of course. We thought the men might like refreshment as they work."

"Frodides?"

"Quite safe. A deep cut, but it's being taken care of."

"Where is she?"

"With the ladies." She paused a minute, watching his mind work before adding, "The window, Falco."

He stopped dead before breaking out in loud laughter, pounding his small fist against his knee as he doubled over to about the size of a large pumpkin, nearly shaking with mirth. He pointed in the direction that the men worked silently, doing it again toward the back of the building. He sputtered and laughed again. Saeryn smiled and caught the fresh scent of the cold cider. Water would prove well enough for common refreshment, but the chilled explosion of fruit would serve better to cut through the stale dust and would leave a more pleasant taste than damp debris.

"If you'll excuse me..."

She rounded the corner, stepping over several of the more aerodynamic rocks without spilling a drop of cider. She spotted Eodwine sighing heavily and noted his face, redder than usual, and his carriage... tenser, muscles nearly rippling with use or want of it. The dust had coated his golden hair, fading it to where he looked as if he had aged years in a day. The dampness of the weather coupled with heavy lifting had combined to cut clean paths through the grime on his skin. He was a sight and no mistake. She worried over his state as he took yet another breath. Angry, or working himself too hard?

She walked slower now, picking her way across strewn debris, balancing her tray carefully.

"Take a drink." she ordered Eodwine. "You look fresh from battle and there's no reason for it."
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