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piosenniel · 07-18-2002, 01:32 AM

Holly had stopped Olo just as they'd gotten out the tavern door. 'I need to see about my pony before we go down to the river. Come with me, if you like, I'll introduce you to Periwinkle.'

'Now that's not a common name for a pony.' commented Olo, as they walked toward the stabling area. 'However did you pick that name?'

'Well', said Holly, 'I found him when he was very young, standing in the middle of an area filled with small blue flowers - Periwinkles. And look at his coat, brownish all over with bands of darker brown running through it - like a Periwinkle snail from the ocean, near where I grew up. Periwinkle was just a natural name for him.'

'When you put it that way, I guess it sure is!', said Olo.

They were just about to pass into the stable, when Holly saw a tall man in a grey cape, hood obscuring the features of his face, leaning in a casual manner against the corner of the building. He was hard to see by the light from the moon and stars, except for the thin spirals of smoke that drifted upward from his pipe bowl, and outward from his exhalation.

'Southern Star', she thought to herself,'if my nose doesn't deceive me.' She nudged Olo. 'Who's that man, smoking by the corner of the stable.'

Olo looked the man over carefully, and then hurried her inside. 'It's one of those Rangers.'he said. 'Keep to themselves, mostly. Usually don't get many of them around these parts - just one or two, passing through quickly. But lately, there've been more of them and they seem to be staying around longer.'

She shivered slightly at his words. But then, all thoughts of rangers and watchers in the dark left her head, as she saw Peri and ran to see him.

[ July 18, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

07-18-2002, 01:32 AM	#234
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Holly had stopped Olo just as they'd gotten out the tavern door. 'I need to see about my pony before we go down to the river. Come with me, if you like, I'll introduce you to Periwinkle.' 'Now that's not a common name for a pony.' commented Olo, as they walked toward the stabling area. 'However did you pick that name?' 'Well', said Holly, 'I found him when he was very young, standing in the middle of an area filled with small blue flowers - Periwinkles. And look at his coat, brownish all over with bands of darker brown running through it - like a Periwinkle snail from the ocean, near where I grew up. Periwinkle was just a natural name for him.' 'When you put it that way, I guess it sure is!', said Olo. They were just about to pass into the stable, when Holly saw a tall man in a grey cape, hood obscuring the features of his face, leaning in a casual manner against the corner of the building. He was hard to see by the light from the moon and stars, except for the thin spirals of smoke that drifted upward from his pipe bowl, and outward from his exhalation. 'Southern Star', she thought to herself,'if my nose doesn't deceive me.' She nudged Olo. 'Who's that man, smoking by the corner of the stable.' Olo looked the man over carefully, and then hurried her inside. 'It's one of those Rangers.'he said. 'Keep to themselves, mostly. Usually don't get many of them around these parts - just one or two, passing through quickly. But lately, there've been more of them and they seem to be staying around longer.' She shivered slightly at his words. But then, all thoughts of rangers and watchers in the dark left her head, as she saw Peri and ran to see him. [ July 18, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.