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Esgallhugwen · 01-23-2004, 11:21 AM

Esgallhugwen gently took the cup from Lira. Yes, she would be left with a scar upon her pale face, ruinous and harsh a constant reminder of what befell her.

Deep in her own thoughts Eswen gazed into the water, she knew the malice and woe of the stones around her, as did the other Elves, she was determined never to be consumed by it again; not for her sake but for Lira's who strangely seemed to see something in Esgallhugwen. That is why Lira was her friend, because she could see what others could not and she had hope.

She sipped the water and turned to Lira 'my skill in healing may not be as great as yours mellon, but I may have something that will reduce the scarring after it has had a little time to air out'. Eswen produced a clear crystal jar from under her cloak, she set it in between her and Lira along with a fresh linen bandage.

Gorby was talking quietly with Lumiel, the young Hobbits were so friendly but even they were intimidated by Fornost. Never once had they ever spoken to her, not that Esgallhugwen couldn't see why, her behaviour hasn't been the most pleasant on this journey, she did not know what they thought of her; it would be rude to pry.

And there were the ever watching eyes of one Sheriff Falco Boffin to contend with who had seen the incident between Lira and Esgallhugwen. She looked at him with a cautious glance well aware of the potential to put forward his knowledge to give strength to his suspicions of the big folk and the lingering presence of the Dark Queen that Eswen could conjure up.

It was a ploy to confuse and assail their attackers with no intention of harming her companions, but how was he to know that. Esgallhugwen shook her head if it must be delt with it must be delt with.

The dark haired Elf stood up and glanced upwards, the sky seemed pale and hazy, almost grey. Eswen walked over to tend to the horses and ponies who were trying to graze on the dry sickly grass of Fornost.

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 12:22 PM January 23, 2004: Message edited by: Esgallhugwen ]

01-23-2004, 11:21 AM	#130
Esgallhugwen Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Where the Moon cries against the snow Posts: 559	Esgallhugwen gently took the cup from Lira. Yes, she would be left with a scar upon her pale face, ruinous and harsh a constant reminder of what befell her. Deep in her own thoughts Eswen gazed into the water, she knew the malice and woe of the stones around her, as did the other Elves, she was determined never to be consumed by it again; not for her sake but for Lira's who strangely seemed to see something in Esgallhugwen. That is why Lira was her friend, because she could see what others could not and she had hope. She sipped the water and turned to Lira 'my skill in healing may not be as great as yours mellon, but I may have something that will reduce the scarring after it has had a little time to air out'. Eswen produced a clear crystal jar from under her cloak, she set it in between her and Lira along with a fresh linen bandage. Gorby was talking quietly with Lumiel, the young Hobbits were so friendly but even they were intimidated by Fornost. Never once had they ever spoken to her, not that Esgallhugwen couldn't see why, her behaviour hasn't been the most pleasant on this journey, she did not know what they thought of her; it would be rude to pry. And there were the ever watching eyes of one Sheriff Falco Boffin to contend with who had seen the incident between Lira and Esgallhugwen. She looked at him with a cautious glance well aware of the potential to put forward his knowledge to give strength to his suspicions of the big folk and the lingering presence of the Dark Queen that Eswen could conjure up. It was a ploy to confuse and assail their attackers with no intention of harming her companions, but how was he to know that. Esgallhugwen shook her head if it must be delt with it must be delt with. The dark haired Elf stood up and glanced upwards, the sky seemed pale and hazy, almost grey. Eswen walked over to tend to the horses and ponies who were trying to graze on the dry sickly grass of Fornost. <font size=1 color=339966>[ 12:22 PM January 23, 2004: Message edited by: Esgallhugwen ] __________________ "...for the sin of the idolater is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others. -8:9:4 The Witness of Fane"