On Patrol (Continued from Let's Go to the Prancing Pony) - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Naaramare · 07-03-2002, 09:32 AM

Naaramare smiled at the newcomer, watching Bethberry's greeting. For a brief moment, a dual hope/fear entered her heart--the same one that always did when she encountered one of her own race--that they would recognize her and expect her to do the same.

On the one hand--she would not be able to recognize them, and the awkwardness to follow . . .was not something she looked forward to.

On the other . . .if they recognized her, they would be able to fill in some of the gaps, at least; even if she wouldn't remember, she would know.

But that was ridiculous and she pushed such ideas away, blushing when Mithrandir introduced her with far more credit than she deserved.

"Greetings, Arcon," she said.

07-03-2002, 09:32 AM	#11
Naaramare Wight Join Date: May 2002 Location: Fort St John Posts: 196	Naaramare smiled at the newcomer, watching Bethberry's greeting. For a brief moment, a dual hope/fear entered her heart--the same one that always did when she encountered one of her own race--that they would recognize her and expect her to do the same. On the one hand--she would not be able to recognize them, and the awkwardness to follow . . .was not something she looked forward to. On the other . . .if they recognized her, they would be able to fill in some of the gaps, at least; even if she wouldn't remember, she would know. But that was ridiculous and she pushed such ideas away, blushing when Mithrandir introduced her with far more credit than she deserved. "Greetings, Arcon," she said. __________________ "I once spent two weeks in a tree trying to talk to a bird." --Puck, Brother Mine si man i yulma nin equantuva? [my blog]