Jadae sighed as Jack went upstairs. He hardly believed there was even a book. Jack was skeptical, as he should be. There was no tangible proof that the Wanaparma existed. Jadae believed in it though. Though there was no proof it did exist, was there any proof that suggested it didn't?
"Arethin, you and I are the only ones who truly believe the book exists. Jack merely is looking for an adventure, and I am not sure at all about Anuion and Angalos," Jadae was wondering where those two were, or if they even intended on coming.
"Do you listen to the storyteller often? I do, or I do whenever he tells stories at the corner near my smithy. The children love his tales. For them, the golden fields of Rohan only exist in his tales. For those children, the closest they may get to Rivendell, or Lothlorien, is that corner where an old man tells old stories of heroes and heroines," Jadae remembered the many tales the old storyteller narrated.
"I listen to his tales a lot. I love old stories, and songs, history and such," Arethin answered, though he seemed to be thinking about something else.
"Arethin, if you don't mind me asking, why would you leave Dale to go find the book? Jack wishes to go for an adventure, I want to prove him that it exists...but what about you?" Jadae hoped he wouldn't be mad at her for asking such a question.
[ February 03, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]
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