<<<Congrats, Halbereth. So am I! If ya want, I can make Kalia think that Sorell's handsome!>>>
Kalia sat in the tree, her legs swinging from the branch and her hair blowing back in the small breeze. She felt so free here, unrestrained by any person's law, fairy, man, or any else. She swooped to the ground, dug a small hole, and planted the apple inside. She covered it up and thought about what she had just done. It would grow to be another apple tree, and share its bounty with hungry travelers such as they. She flew back up, above all the trees, and looked around. Ithilien was still a distance away. That was good, for she needed to stretch her wings a bit more. Get in a year's worth of flying in one day. So she flew around more, swooping and circling, and finally coming to land on the same branch as before, in the same pose.
[ July 28, 2002: Message edited by: suicidal elf chick ]
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