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Old 03-27-2003, 09:22 PM   #63
Orual
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Arethin stared around at the room in awe. With an air of reverence he gazed at the paintings, the instruments, the sculptures. There were images of war and of peace, love and hatred. His favorites were the landscapes, many of which resembled his mother's own work. If he got most of his physical characteristics and love of lore from his father, he had received from his mother a deep appreciation of art.

"Jadae, this is incredible," he said, his voice a little hoarse. He gently touched a chipped stone statue, life-sized, depicting a young woman sitting on a stone and weeping. He guessed that it was supposed to be Nienna. It was beautifully done, and unconsciously his heart went out to subject of the sculpture.

"Mm? What is?" Jadae asked, rifling through a heavy ancient tome. She looked over her shoulder at Arethin, who shook himself out of his reverie.

"Oh, the whole thing," Arethin said lamely, his gaze lingering on the statue a moment more. There was a long silence as he went around the room, softly touching the paintings. He felt his heart swell as he looked at them, and then finally turned to Jadae, saying, "Did you see that statue?"

"Which?" Jadae asked, not looking at him but studying a flute.

"Nevermind. We probably ought to be going." Arethin felt a little chill, and became fairly eager to follow his own advice. "Well, the Wanaparma is obviously not in here." He looked around, and found a stairwell leading out. His voice barely above a mutter, he added, "Here, let's go down, come on..."

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