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Imladris · 01-18-2004, 07:46 PM

Jarlyn

Jarlyn drained his coffee with a satisfied belch and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. With half closed eyes, he swept the room and noticed that one of the men was staring at him, his eyes lingering upon the rings that glinted upon his fingers. With a sneer, Jarlyn glared into the man’s eyes and then turned away with a shrug of the shoulders. Who cared what the man thought about the wealth he bore.

The Inn was a busy place: women bustled about, their cheeks crimson and their eyes merry, men guffawed over their shallow jokes, a Gondorian soldier stood about-- a Gondorian soldier! Deliberately turning his head, Jarlyn rose from his chair and sauntered, his arms swinging easily, out the door.

A murmured woman’s voice drifted from behind a corner and, following the voice, he soon saw a young woman washing clothes. Rainbow studded suds were lathered to her elbows and the washboard sung hollowly as she scrubbed a white sheet vigorously. “Pretty is as pretty does,” she commented to a collie that sat at her feet.

“ ‘Ello missy,” Jarlyn said, leaning upon the tub filled with clear water. There was a short pause where he bit his lips before he said, “An’ what might be your name.” He smiled, the tips of his teeth showing, while he maneuvered his hand so that his rings glittered brilliantly.

The woman glanced up at him and said, “Sigrid.”

“Jarlyn at your service,” he said, moving away from the tub as she rinsed the sheet clean. Turning to the pile of dirty laundry, she pulled out a white shirt and shook her head. Food stains were splashed upon the front and a particularly large red one adorned the front. With a sigh she plunged the shirt into the water and scrubbed vigorously upon the washboard.

There was silence as Jarlyn watched her for a time as she struggled with the shirt. He bit his lips and narrowed his eyes at her. With a grunt, he pushed her aside and took the shirt from her hands and, as he began scrubbing, he said pleasantly, “Let me help you with that. Your arms must be tired. So, are you from around here?”

<font size=1 color=339966>[ 8:49 PM January 18, 2004: Message edited by: Imladris ]

01-18-2004, 07:46 PM	#287
Imladris Tears of the Phoenix Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Putting dimes in the jukebox baby. Posts: 1,453	Jarlyn Jarlyn drained his coffee with a satisfied belch and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. With half closed eyes, he swept the room and noticed that one of the men was staring at him, his eyes lingering upon the rings that glinted upon his fingers. With a sneer, Jarlyn glared into the man’s eyes and then turned away with a shrug of the shoulders. Who cared what the man thought about the wealth he bore. The Inn was a busy place: women bustled about, their cheeks crimson and their eyes merry, men guffawed over their shallow jokes, a Gondorian soldier stood about-- a Gondorian soldier! Deliberately turning his head, Jarlyn rose from his chair and sauntered, his arms swinging easily, out the door. A murmured woman’s voice drifted from behind a corner and, following the voice, he soon saw a young woman washing clothes. Rainbow studded suds were lathered to her elbows and the washboard sung hollowly as she scrubbed a white sheet vigorously. “Pretty is as pretty does,” she commented to a collie that sat at her feet. “ ‘Ello missy,” Jarlyn said, leaning upon the tub filled with clear water. There was a short pause where he bit his lips before he said, “An’ what might be your name.” He smiled, the tips of his teeth showing, while he maneuvered his hand so that his rings glittered brilliantly. The woman glanced up at him and said, “Sigrid.” “Jarlyn at your service,” he said, moving away from the tub as she rinsed the sheet clean. Turning to the pile of dirty laundry, she pulled out a white shirt and shook her head. Food stains were splashed upon the front and a particularly large red one adorned the front. With a sigh she plunged the shirt into the water and scrubbed vigorously upon the washboard. There was silence as Jarlyn watched her for a time as she struggled with the shirt. He bit his lips and narrowed his eyes at her. With a grunt, he pushed her aside and took the shirt from her hands and, as he began scrubbing, he said pleasantly, “Let me help you with that. Your arms must be tired. So, are you from around here?” <font size=1 color=339966>[ 8:49 PM January 18, 2004: Message edited by: Imladris ] __________________ I'm sorry it wasn't a unicorn. It would have been nice to have unicorns. I'm your huckleberry.