Pio sat down on a large rock and stared at the wall. She let the words from Child flow over her like a broad, slow river winding its long course to the sea. Her own thoughts were racing.
She looked toward Durshag and watched him play the host to his other guests. As if he felt her scrutiny, he turned toward her and came over.
Standing eye to eye with her now, he looked her over closely and smiled.
'So you are a Stoor, I'm told.', said Pio.
He reached out hesitantly,then more boldly when she didn't draw back, and fingered her short, brown unruly hair.
'Yess, Stur.', replied the hobrim. He looked at her expectantly. 'And you, . . . Pio? . . . cousin, too,?'
She embraced him warmly, then held him at arms length to study his face. 'Yes, cousin,too.'
[ June 28, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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