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Carrûn · 02-25-2003, 04:02 PM

Awyrgan crept carefuly along the path in a ditch towards the shadows of the City wall. His eyes were drawn towards a familier sight, a great white horse with a single rider on its back came charging up the path from Dol Amroth, giving no heed to its path. As it neared the man, it seemed to calm slightly or simply pause briefly to catch its breath, however Awrygan wagered that it would take much more than the run from the City to wind such a horse.

Stepping out from his cover he approached the pair with a grin, "You return with the same speed you left." His smiled faded as he drew closer, he could see the darkening red stains. He moved to the side, but Quellë reared and he was force to dodge the flailing hooves. Stepping swiftly under the great neck he placed his hand on the stallion's side, whispering words of peace softly. Working his hand into the mane he was rewarded with a swift kick. Grimicing, he led the horse off the path and down a small hill away from the view of the walls of Dol Amroth. He reached up to assist the rider off of the horse but she waved him off and dismounted with apparent ease, then let herself rest against the edge of the hill. Keeping an eye on the wary stallion standing nearby Awyrgan knelt beside her. A coughing fit took him and he cursed himself silently for not keeping quiet, apologizing aloud as he did so.

"What happened?" He asked, green eyes flashing. "Oh, and how are you?" The last comment was lighthearted, but deadly serious at the same time. The smell of blood stirred memories within him and he bit the inside of his cheek as he waited for her response, though he did not wait eagerly.

[ February 25, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ]

02-25-2003, 04:02 PM	#86
Carrûn Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Behind you, counting to 3 Posts: 234	Awyrgan crept carefuly along the path in a ditch towards the shadows of the City wall. His eyes were drawn towards a familier sight, a great white horse with a single rider on its back came charging up the path from Dol Amroth, giving no heed to its path. As it neared the man, it seemed to calm slightly or simply pause briefly to catch its breath, however Awrygan wagered that it would take much more than the run from the City to wind such a horse. Stepping out from his cover he approached the pair with a grin, "You return with the same speed you left." His smiled faded as he drew closer, he could see the darkening red stains. He moved to the side, but Quellë reared and he was force to dodge the flailing hooves. Stepping swiftly under the great neck he placed his hand on the stallion's side, whispering words of peace softly. Working his hand into the mane he was rewarded with a swift kick. Grimicing, he led the horse off the path and down a small hill away from the view of the walls of Dol Amroth. He reached up to assist the rider off of the horse but she waved him off and dismounted with apparent ease, then let herself rest against the edge of the hill. Keeping an eye on the wary stallion standing nearby Awyrgan knelt beside her. A coughing fit took him and he cursed himself silently for not keeping quiet, apologizing aloud as he did so. "What happened?" He asked, green eyes flashing. "Oh, and how are you?" The last comment was lighthearted, but deadly serious at the same time. The smell of blood stirred memories within him and he bit the inside of his cheek as he waited for her response, though he did not wait eagerly. [ February 25, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ] __________________ "Dic, hospes, Spartae, nos te hic vidisse iacentes dum sanctis patriae legibus obsequimur."