Rinoas stood by his horse and stoked his smooth neck. He had ventured out from his tent because he could not find sleep.
The journey ahead was still on his mind.
He brought out his flute from his pocket and the quiet campsite was filled with the hum of the soft music.
A few lamps were lit. The wind rustled teh leaves in the trees.
Suddenly, Rinoas heard the cry of an eagle above him. The eagle was circling the campsite, calling out.
It looked suspicious.
[ June 05, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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