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Aylwen Dreamsong · 01-26-2003, 11:43 PM

"Not much to do, as a guard I mean," Jadae commented as she carefully sharpened the man's blade on the spinning stone grinding wheel. Even the best blacksmiths had to be wary of the wheel, for it's easy to send the blade flying out of your hand. The sword had obviously not been used much.

"No, everything is quiet and there are no criminals around. Even when there is, I don't get there fast enough to get into the action before all is wrapped up and done," the man, Jack, responded.

And what of the book? Sure, many stories are legends, or hold truth but are told a different way each time, but there was always that chance. Maybe this Jack person would enjoy a good adventure. Would he even believe in such children stories at all? Jack was looking up at the sky and sighing to himself.

"Sir?" Jadae spoke up as she finished sharpening his blade. A stray curl fell from her hair tie until she pulled it back into place.

"Oh, yes, thank you," He said as he looked through his pockets. Jadae told him it wasn't necessary, it was just a bit of sharpening, when a tall man with a workers arm walked up to the shop.

"I'm supposed to ask about an sword order, for Avaran the merchant. But there's really another question I'd like to ask, to be honest," he paused for a moment, and let out a slight chuckle of self-amusement. "Well, I saw you earlier today, with the storyteller. Might you know more about this book of which he speaks?"

Jadae remembered the sword order he spoke of. "Just a moment!" She walked over to where she kept finished orders, and searched the shelves. When her hand found the sword with the label 'Avaran' in her own scrawled writing, she smiled and brought the sword back to the man. "Here! The storyteller comes to this area almost three times a week. I often listen to the tales, when I am not working. About a month ago, I believe he told the same story. Of course, stories always have different twists each time told, but it was mostly the same. The way he tells this story is different than most. I think that's why this tale really caught my attention."

"Do you know anything about the book? Or the truth of the matter?" The man asked now, running a hand through his hair.

"I heard it told a month ago that the book is called the Wanaparma. I only caught bits and pieces of it then, for I was working more than listening that day. The way he speaks of this book makes it seem so real. I'm sorry though, my word doesn't seem like much does it? By the way, I am Jadae, and this is Jack," Jadae finally introduced them, and she shook hands with the man.

"Arethin, I work for Avaran," Arethin smiled shyly as he shook hands with the two.

[ January 30, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]

01-26-2003, 11:43 PM	#4
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	"Not much to do, as a guard I mean," Jadae commented as she carefully sharpened the man's blade on the spinning stone grinding wheel. Even the best blacksmiths had to be wary of the wheel, for it's easy to send the blade flying out of your hand. The sword had obviously not been used much. "No, everything is quiet and there are no criminals around. Even when there is, I don't get there fast enough to get into the action before all is wrapped up and done," the man, Jack, responded. And what of the book? Sure, many stories are legends, or hold truth but are told a different way each time, but there was always that chance. Maybe this Jack person would enjoy a good adventure. Would he even believe in such children stories at all? Jack was looking up at the sky and sighing to himself. "Sir?" Jadae spoke up as she finished sharpening his blade. A stray curl fell from her hair tie until she pulled it back into place. "Oh, yes, thank you," He said as he looked through his pockets. Jadae told him it wasn't necessary, it was just a bit of sharpening, when a tall man with a workers arm walked up to the shop. "I'm supposed to ask about an sword order, for Avaran the merchant. But there's really another question I'd like to ask, to be honest," he paused for a moment, and let out a slight chuckle of self-amusement. "Well, I saw you earlier today, with the storyteller. Might you know more about this book of which he speaks?" Jadae remembered the sword order he spoke of. "Just a moment!" She walked over to where she kept finished orders, and searched the shelves. When her hand found the sword with the label 'Avaran' in her own scrawled writing, she smiled and brought the sword back to the man. "Here! The storyteller comes to this area almost three times a week. I often listen to the tales, when I am not working. About a month ago, I believe he told the same story. Of course, stories always have different twists each time told, but it was mostly the same. The way he tells this story is different than most. I think that's why this tale really caught my attention." "Do you know anything about the book? Or the truth of the matter?" The man asked now, running a hand through his hair. "I heard it told a month ago that the book is called the Wanaparma. I only caught bits and pieces of it then, for I was working more than listening that day. The way he speaks of this book makes it seem so real. I'm sorry though, my word doesn't seem like much does it? By the way, I am Jadae, and this is Jack," Jadae finally introduced them, and she shook hands with the man. "Arethin, I work for Avaran," Arethin smiled shyly as he shook hands with the two. [ January 30, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ] __________________ ...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.