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mark12_30 · 10-18-2002, 08:43 AM

The children often slept through Candlestones, but woke when Gamba and Phura came in, and snuggled up to the boys as they retired for the evening. Gamba sang for Maura, and often Asta, Roka, and Kesha joined in.

The children had returned to their dreams, and Gamba and Phura lay awake, restless. Gamba wondered what Daisy thought about the keys and the dagger. Phura reviewed plans.

Gamba stirred. "I wonder when we'll actually get to meet Azra and Nitir."

Phura shrugged. "You met Piosenniel."

"Yes."

"Well?"

"It wasn't like I thought it would be." Gamba smiled, thinking of all the years of playing the Levanto game with Esta. "And besides, I have my own now," he said softly.

Phura stifled an amused snort; sixteen years old and talking as if he was already come of age and married. He tried not to laugh.

Gamba persisted. "What are Nitir and Azra like? What do the commentaries say?"

Phura stretched. "Nitir was middle-aged, motherly, wise, gentle. Resilient, persistant. Organised. Thorough."

"And Azra?"

"Eighteen years old and reckless."

"Eighteen!"

"Ssshhh. Yes, eighteen. Lively, pretty, adventurous, sassy."

"Younger than you."

"Yes. And very capable. She spied on the orcs, and she wielded a blade at Tol Fuin."

Gamba went up on one elbow. "Really."

"Go to sleep."

"Loremaster..."

"Hey..." Phura shoved him.

"Go to sleep yourself!"

The children stirred, and the boys glared at each other, and lay back down.

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mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	The children often slept through Candlestones, but woke when Gamba and Phura came in, and snuggled up to the boys as they retired for the evening. Gamba sang for Maura, and often Asta, Roka, and Kesha joined in. The children had returned to their dreams, and Gamba and Phura lay awake, restless. Gamba wondered what Daisy thought about the keys and the dagger. Phura reviewed plans. Gamba stirred. "I wonder when we'll actually get to meet Azra and Nitir." Phura shrugged. "You met Piosenniel." "Yes." "Well?" "It wasn't like I thought it would be." Gamba smiled, thinking of all the years of playing the Levanto game with Esta. "And besides, I have my own now," he said softly. Phura stifled an amused snort; sixteen years old and talking as if he was already come of age and married. He tried not to laugh. Gamba persisted. "What are Nitir and Azra like? What do the commentaries say?" Phura stretched. "Nitir was middle-aged, motherly, wise, gentle. Resilient, persistant. Organised. Thorough." "And Azra?" "Eighteen years old and reckless." "Eighteen!" "Ssshhh. Yes, eighteen. Lively, pretty, adventurous, sassy." "Younger than you." "Yes. And very capable. She spied on the orcs, and she wielded a blade at Tol Fuin." Gamba went up on one elbow. "Really." "Go to sleep." "Loremaster..." "Hey..." Phura shoved him. "Go to sleep yourself!" The children stirred, and the boys glared at each other, and lay back down. [ October 18, 2002: Message edited by: mark12_30 ] __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.