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Child of the 7th Age · 02-17-2003, 02:32 PM

Andreth tucked the book under her sash, remembering Gandalf's directive to keep it safe from unfriendly hands. She could feel herself slipping in and out, although she had no idea what she was slipping in and out of. One minute she could see and understand absolutely nothing about the ghosts and, the next, all of their actions and thoughts were crystal clear to her. The sensation felt rather strange.

At that instant the moon rose to its highest point in the sky, in token of the fact that the witching time had come, that which the hobbits call the hour of midnight.

Suddenly, Andreth felt her body become very, very light, as she found her feet lifting gently off the ground. All those around her--Gandalf and all her companions--seemed to be drifting off onto another plane, from which she was barred. Somehow, that didn't bother her. This new place where she was going seemed interesting indeed. In fact, for the very first time, Andreth began to understand why there were reasons, even going beyond Adela's death, that someone might like to maintain this form at least for a little while, rather than continuing on to where they were supposed to go.

Her heart felt curiously unafraid, her body totally free. She wanted to leave the front of the house where all those bright sparklers were, for she really did not like them at all. The darkness seemed more inviting. She sped swiftly through the air, intentionally aiming herself at the middle of a tree and hurtling through it to the other side, laughing with glee.

She made her way swiftly to the back of the mansion, and followed the footprints of Holly and her friends, hovering over them in the hallway, and laughing to see Volondil push his sword forward, for she felt quite certain that mere steel alone would not hurt her or the other ghosts.

Feeling quite carefree, she gleefully called out to Holly, "It's me Andreth, perched on the ledge above your heads. If you'd like, I can slip through the wall and investigate those rooms, and let you know if all is safe inside."

She slipped off the ledge and spun downward, hovering directly over Volondil. She felt strange feelings inside her that she didn't understand. On an impulse, she bent close to the Ranger, and ran her fingers affectionately through his hair, wondering if he would respond.

[ February 17, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

02-17-2003, 02:32 PM	#345
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	Andreth tucked the book under her sash, remembering Gandalf's directive to keep it safe from unfriendly hands. She could feel herself slipping in and out, although she had no idea what she was slipping in and out of. One minute she could see and understand absolutely nothing about the ghosts and, the next, all of their actions and thoughts were crystal clear to her. The sensation felt rather strange. At that instant the moon rose to its highest point in the sky, in token of the fact that the witching time had come, that which the hobbits call the hour of midnight. Suddenly, Andreth felt her body become very, very light, as she found her feet lifting gently off the ground. All those around her--Gandalf and all her companions--seemed to be drifting off onto another plane, from which she was barred. Somehow, that didn't bother her. This new place where she was going seemed interesting indeed. In fact, for the very first time, Andreth began to understand why there were reasons, even going beyond Adela's death, that someone might like to maintain this form at least for a little while, rather than continuing on to where they were supposed to go. Her heart felt curiously unafraid, her body totally free. She wanted to leave the front of the house where all those bright sparklers were, for she really did not like them at all. The darkness seemed more inviting. She sped swiftly through the air, intentionally aiming herself at the middle of a tree and hurtling through it to the other side, laughing with glee. She made her way swiftly to the back of the mansion, and followed the footprints of Holly and her friends, hovering over them in the hallway, and laughing to see Volondil push his sword forward, for she felt quite certain that mere steel alone would not hurt her or the other ghosts. Feeling quite carefree, she gleefully called out to Holly, "It's me Andreth, perched on the ledge above your heads. If you'd like, I can slip through the wall and investigate those rooms, and let you know if all is safe inside." She slipped off the ledge and spun downward, hovering directly over Volondil. She felt strange feelings inside her that she didn't understand. On an impulse, she bent close to the Ranger, and ran her fingers affectionately through his hair, wondering if he would respond. [ February 17, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.