'Ah! You have indeed read my wishes!' laughed Volondil. 'I was going to ask if that would be acceptable to both you and Mornen.' He glanced to where the healer stood. 'Though perhaps I should consult Bethberry.' He frowned, and pushed against his wound gently. 'No, I think I can gauge my readiness best. As long as Mornen will bear me gently.'
He reached out slowly with his fingers and lifted the necklace from her collar. 'A lovely remembrance.' His grey eyes grew darker as looked at the leaves, then laid it back against her. 'How wonderful to have such a friend.'
Volondil looked into the distance, remembering friends long gone who had once been at his side. When he turned back to her, his eyes had cleared and he took in the Ranger and her horse in an appraising glance.
'But what of you?' he asked. 'You have made this generous offer to me. Did you intend to walk? Or will Mornen bear us both to the castle?
[ December 21, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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