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piosenniel · 10-15-2002, 05:43 PM

***** DALE - Jarl *****

The sun was high in the sky. Jarl had adjusted his headgear to shade his face and urged his mount on. Looking over at Gramil, he saw the man staring at a number of birds circling in the sky to the north and east of their position.

They had halted their mounts. Jarl's hand now shaded his eyes, and he could just barely make out four or five large birds flying lazily in the sky to the northeast. Riding the thermals of the Shadow Mountains, they dipped down low as if at some target, then rose once again to continue their watch.

'What is that?' he asked Gramil. Ethar answered him, instead. 'They are carrion birds. They follow something in hopes that it might soon be dead, or near enough to dead, that they might pick at it for a meal.'

Garlin had drawn up near Ethar, and now caught his friend's eye. He motioned with his head in the direction of the birds, and an impish smile creased the corners of his lips. Ethar nodded imperceptibly, and they began to draw slowly away from the older men, who had now dismounted for a break and stood speaking with each other.

It was too late to stop them, when they looked up. Their eyes stung from the clouds of dust created by the fast ambling mounts of Garlin and Ethar, and looks of irritation passed between them.

10-15-2002, 05:43 PM	#11
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	*** DALE - Jarl *** The sun was high in the sky. Jarl had adjusted his headgear to shade his face and urged his mount on. Looking over at Gramil, he saw the man staring at a number of birds circling in the sky to the north and east of their position. They had halted their mounts. Jarl's hand now shaded his eyes, and he could just barely make out four or five large birds flying lazily in the sky to the northeast. Riding the thermals of the Shadow Mountains, they dipped down low as if at some target, then rose once again to continue their watch. 'What is that?' he asked Gramil. Ethar answered him, instead. 'They are carrion birds. They follow something in hopes that it might soon be dead, or near enough to dead, that they might pick at it for a meal.' Garlin had drawn up near Ethar, and now caught his friend's eye. He motioned with his head in the direction of the birds, and an impish smile creased the corners of his lips. Ethar nodded imperceptibly, and they began to draw slowly away from the older men, who had now dismounted for a break and stood speaking with each other. It was too late to stop them, when they looked up. Their eyes stung from the clouds of dust created by the fast ambling mounts of Garlin and Ethar, and looks of irritation passed between them. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.