Dafodyl pulled her cloak up around her shoulders, and then pulled her sleeping bag almost over her head. A cool breeze ruffled her curly hair, and she tried to push it back. The wind picked up and pushed it back again, so she just let it fly.
The full moon glistened and made the snow seems as it was dancing. The night was silent, and not even the smallest cardinal was singing his tune. Her eyes were heavy, yet she could not close them. It was eerie, and she knew it was not right.
When Bullroarer was telling the group who would stand guard and when, she was not fully listening. ‘I hope he didn’t say I had to stand guard tonight.’ Dafodyl said to herself. She did not want to face a mad Bullroarer if she did.
[ January 23, 2003: Message edited by: ArwenBaggins ]
__________________
.:Chelsy:.
Reality is a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
Terennth Kingdoms
|