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Taralphiel · 04-09-2003, 07:01 AM

Taralphiel tried to enjoy the warm ride back to her House, though the darkness was settling on her soul. The light breeze through the fair Elm and Beech, and the scattered cones of the Pine tree made smells that made her smile. Her old horse soon drew into the beflowered archway of stone that marked the entrance to her open House. It was not long before she was in her chair by the Sea. The sweet smell of burning scents and the age of the pages of the book she was sifting through eased her heart like none else. The rings on her fingers clattered lightly as her hands moved, and she found herself staring at them self-consciously. Many she bore all had memories. One looked as a crown of the wisps of the wind. To her it was her ring of value, it showed her what mattered, above the sheen of silver or worldly things. Another was of four trails of waves, representing her four sisters, her divide from them only bound by flesh. And her ring of the Maiden, her flowing hair wrapping about her fingers, it taught self worth. This ring would soon go to Laurel, to teach her the virtue of seeing the beauty of one’s own soul.

The last ring was of three small flowers, open petals with centers of milky blue green stones, all catching the light. This was her wedding ring, more sacred to her than all things. She stretched her fingers and saw their age. Sighing, she looked out and pondered all the years that had come, and what they had lead to.

A young Swan Maid entered in, her billowing hair and meek smile giving Taralphiel strength. ‘What is it, my child?’ she asked placidly
‘The party of Laurel has arrived in the village. There are a great many. Thirty or even more. They request a meeting with you.’
Taralphiel’s face filled with a youthful hope ‘Of course! Tell Laurel to send representatives of each group here to meet with me!’ Taralphiel paused and closed her eyes ‘and tell Laurel to insist the Dark Elf to come. I knew he could not resist the persuasions of an old friend’ at that she grinned, and the Maid left.

Taralphiel mused happily ‘There is knowledge left in me yet, and I will see it well used here. Hope is coming back to me!’

04-09-2003, 07:01 AM	#42
Taralphiel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Swan Wood Posts: 649	Taralphiel tried to enjoy the warm ride back to her House, though the darkness was settling on her soul. The light breeze through the fair Elm and Beech, and the scattered cones of the Pine tree made smells that made her smile. Her old horse soon drew into the beflowered archway of stone that marked the entrance to her open House. It was not long before she was in her chair by the Sea. The sweet smell of burning scents and the age of the pages of the book she was sifting through eased her heart like none else. The rings on her fingers clattered lightly as her hands moved, and she found herself staring at them self-consciously. Many she bore all had memories. One looked as a crown of the wisps of the wind. To her it was her ring of value, it showed her what mattered, above the sheen of silver or worldly things. Another was of four trails of waves, representing her four sisters, her divide from them only bound by flesh. And her ring of the Maiden, her flowing hair wrapping about her fingers, it taught self worth. This ring would soon go to Laurel, to teach her the virtue of seeing the beauty of one’s own soul. The last ring was of three small flowers, open petals with centers of milky blue green stones, all catching the light. This was her wedding ring, more sacred to her than all things. She stretched her fingers and saw their age. Sighing, she looked out and pondered all the years that had come, and what they had lead to. A young Swan Maid entered in, her billowing hair and meek smile giving Taralphiel strength. ‘What is it, my child?’ she asked placidly ‘The party of Laurel has arrived in the village. There are a great many. Thirty or even more. They request a meeting with you.’ Taralphiel’s face filled with a youthful hope ‘Of course! Tell Laurel to send representatives of each group here to meet with me!’ Taralphiel paused and closed her eyes ‘and tell Laurel to insist the Dark Elf to come. I knew he could not resist the persuasions of an old friend’ at that she grinned, and the Maid left. Taralphiel mused happily ‘There is knowledge left in me yet, and I will see it well used here. Hope is coming back to me!’