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Bêthberry · 09-18-2002, 08:36 PM

A smaller breeze, gentler, wafted on the air. The Wraith snifted, tense and angry at first, but then watched as three white rose petals floated onto his cloak.

The hobbit children watched in wide-eyed amazement. They would have liked the flower petals, too, and were envious of the Wraith, but that voice warned them away.

The dishelved poet, unnoticed by most, had watched the proceedings with baited curiosity from the side. The white rose petals, however, drew forth his interest and he quickly turned to another white, a blank page, and proceeded to scribble something franticly on it. "The air is like a white, white rose..." No, that wasn't right. He sighed and turned to a new page.

[ September 18, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]

09-18-2002, 08:36 PM	#11
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	A smaller breeze, gentler, wafted on the air. The Wraith snifted, tense and angry at first, but then watched as three white rose petals floated onto his cloak. The hobbit children watched in wide-eyed amazement. They would have liked the flower petals, too, and were envious of the Wraith, but that voice warned them away. The dishelved poet, unnoticed by most, had watched the proceedings with baited curiosity from the side. The white rose petals, however, drew forth his interest and he quickly turned to another white, a blank page, and proceeded to scribble something franticly on it. "The air is like a white, white rose..." No, that wasn't right. He sighed and turned to a new page. [ September 18, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ] __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.