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Fire-Galad · 01-22-2004, 08:58 PM

Sindahir sat as still as stone across from Drowin. He looked up from his cup.

"Sindahir, you're as tense as a drawn bow. Just tell where me it is and I'll leave you alone." Sindahir raised her eyes.

"Go kiss an Orc," she hissed. Drowin started but thought better of it. Sindahir sat still for awhile before suddenly getting up and pointed behind Drowin.

"Look behind you!" she yelled. Drowin looked behind him, looked back and Sindahir was gone.

"I hate it when she does that." Drowin growled as he ran outside.

Sindahir glanced one way then the other, trying to think. 'If I go that way, Drowin might run to the backdoor and cut me off, but...'Sindahir mused,'But if I go the other way, I can do it.' Sindahir ran to the left of the inn, found a tree by her window, and climbed up. She watched as Drowin looked around the tree, on the ground, and was no doubt counfused about her trail. Sindahir waited until Drowin went to the other side of the inn before she climbed into her room. After taking a breath, Sindahir returned to the window, gave a small dove call, and waited...

Talon roosted in a branch not too far away from the inn. He was getting ready to snooze when he heard it. A lone dove call. Talon, irritated that he was distsurbed, streched his wings out. The dying sunset turned his chest feathers a deep red-gold while the rising moon seemed to give his other faethers a deep silver sheen. 'She can wait,' he thought to himself. But when the call came again, he took off and flew towards the inn. He alighted on a sill and preened his feathers.

"Good you came." The falcon cast an aggitated eye at the Elf and screeched at her. "Don't take that tone with me, Talon." Talon glared at Sindahir. "I know, I know I woke you up but this is an emergency. I need it back." Talon raised his right claw, tied to it was a small leather bag. Sindahir untied the bag and shook it. Out fell a bronze ring with emeralds forming a flower. "Ther's no way Drowin's getting his hands on this." Sindahir climbed back down the tree as Talon flew next to her and they headed to the stabels.

Drowin hated Sindahir. Not only because of a family feud, but because Sindahir was eveything he wanted to be. Smart, special, and funny were some words to describe her. Sindahir was also famouse for always playing tricks on him.

"I'll get her one of these days,"he hissed. As he turned the corner,Drowin heard Jet, his black horse, whinning. Drowin ran for the stabels, his gray eyes burned in his dark face.

01-22-2004, 08:58 PM	#21
Fire-Galad Animated Skeleton Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: a labtop in Elessar's throne room Posts: 49	Sindahir sat as still as stone across from Drowin. He looked up from his cup. "Sindahir, you're as tense as a drawn bow. Just tell where me it is and I'll leave you alone." Sindahir raised her eyes. "Go kiss an Orc," she hissed. Drowin started but thought better of it. Sindahir sat still for awhile before suddenly getting up and pointed behind Drowin. "Look behind you!" she yelled. Drowin looked behind him, looked back and Sindahir was gone. "I hate it when she does that." Drowin growled as he ran outside. Sindahir glanced one way then the other, trying to think. 'If I go that way, Drowin might run to the backdoor and cut me off, but...'Sindahir mused,'But if I go the other way, I can do it.' Sindahir ran to the left of the inn, found a tree by her window, and climbed up. She watched as Drowin looked around the tree, on the ground, and was no doubt counfused about her trail. Sindahir waited until Drowin went to the other side of the inn before she climbed into her room. After taking a breath, Sindahir returned to the window, gave a small dove call, and waited... Talon roosted in a branch not too far away from the inn. He was getting ready to snooze when he heard it. A lone dove call. Talon, irritated that he was distsurbed, streched his wings out. The dying sunset turned his chest feathers a deep red-gold while the rising moon seemed to give his other faethers a deep silver sheen. 'She can wait,' he thought to himself. But when the call came again, he took off and flew towards the inn. He alighted on a sill and preened his feathers. "Good you came." The falcon cast an aggitated eye at the Elf and screeched at her. "Don't take that tone with me, Talon." Talon glared at Sindahir. "I know, I know I woke you up but this is an emergency. I need it back." Talon raised his right claw, tied to it was a small leather bag. Sindahir untied the bag and shook it. Out fell a bronze ring with emeralds forming a flower. "Ther's no way Drowin's getting his hands on this." Sindahir climbed back down the tree as Talon flew next to her and they headed to the stabels. Drowin hated Sindahir. Not only because of a family feud, but because Sindahir was eveything he wanted to be. Smart, special, and funny were some words to describe her. Sindahir was also famouse for always playing tricks on him. "I'll get her one of these days,"he hissed. As he turned the corner,Drowin heard Jet, his black horse, whinning. Drowin ran for the stabels, his gray eyes burned in his dark face. __________________ It's right here, between you and Jack.