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mark12_30 · 03-15-2003, 02:42 AM

"Up the ladder?"
"You can climb trees, can't you? Up you go."

Once the four of them were up, the three boys explored the nooks and crannies; but Lindo sat on the edge of the loft above Mithadan's horse, swinging his legs (although his knuckles gripping the beam were white) and casually talking to the horse.

"What's your name, old fellow?"

The horse snorted, and Lindo nodded. "Sorry. Middle-aged fellow. But what's your name?"

The horse went back to his hayrack, and Lindo watched him eat. When he finished, Lindo left the boys busy conspiring, and went back down the ladder, and into the stall with the horse. When Mith came to check on his mount before retiring, he heard the Snowhobbits talking and laughing up in the loft, but he found Lindo snoring in a corner of the stall.

"You're not going to sleep here all night, are you?" Mithadan asked.

"Bad idea, " Lindo agreed, and moved to the empty stall next door. But he gave Mith's horse a caress on the way out, and said, "See you in the morning, friend."

"Good night, " Mithadan said.

"Oh... sorry. Rude of me. Yes, good night, " Lindo yawned.

"Are you going to share this stall with Gamba?" Mithadan asked.

"What? Oh, it's you."

"We can sleep outside, " Gamba replied, irritated, reaching for his boys.

"My braids won't strangle you if you keep a safe distance. There's room enough, I think. " Lindo yawned again, waving Gamba and the boys into the stall.

Gamba frowned, Mithadan laughed, and Lindo lay down and resumed snoring.

"Go on, there's plenty of room, " Mithadan said. "Or take the other stall."

"We'll be all right here, " Gamba said, and eyeing Lindo cautiously, led his boys to the other side of the stall.

Mithadan was still chuckling on his way out of the stable. The boys curled up around Gamba, who tried to stay awake, but his eyelids were too heavy. In his dreams, he heard voices at first, and soft snickering.

"Dad's braids won't strangle him, but ours might."

"Tem, you hold him, I'll wrap your braids around him, and Tocca, you pull."

"Nah. We'd better be nice."

"Why?"

"So the little kids don't get scared."

"Oh. You sure can wreck a good joke."

"Dad would wreck it worse if we scared those little kids."

"Good point."

At that point in Gamba's dream, the Snowhobbits turned into shirriffs on ponies. Mithadan stood accused, Gamba swung, the Shirriff swung back, and Cami got clobbered again. The dream went downhill from there.

[ March 15, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ]

03-15-2003, 02:42 AM	#203
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	"Up the ladder?" "You can climb trees, can't you? Up you go." Once the four of them were up, the three boys explored the nooks and crannies; but Lindo sat on the edge of the loft above Mithadan's horse, swinging his legs (although his knuckles gripping the beam were white) and casually talking to the horse. "What's your name, old fellow?" The horse snorted, and Lindo nodded. "Sorry. Middle-aged fellow. But what's your name?" The horse went back to his hayrack, and Lindo watched him eat. When he finished, Lindo left the boys busy conspiring, and went back down the ladder, and into the stall with the horse. When Mith came to check on his mount before retiring, he heard the Snowhobbits talking and laughing up in the loft, but he found Lindo snoring in a corner of the stall. "You're not going to sleep here all night, are you?" Mithadan asked. "Bad idea, " Lindo agreed, and moved to the empty stall next door. But he gave Mith's horse a caress on the way out, and said, "See you in the morning, friend." "Good night, " Mithadan said. "Oh... sorry. Rude of me. Yes, good night, " Lindo yawned. "Are you going to share this stall with Gamba?" Mithadan asked. "What? Oh, it's you." "We can sleep outside, " Gamba replied, irritated, reaching for his boys. "My braids won't strangle you if you keep a safe distance. There's room enough, I think. " Lindo yawned again, waving Gamba and the boys into the stall. Gamba frowned, Mithadan laughed, and Lindo lay down and resumed snoring. "Go on, there's plenty of room, " Mithadan said. "Or take the other stall." "We'll be all right here, " Gamba said, and eyeing Lindo cautiously, led his boys to the other side of the stall. Mithadan was still chuckling on his way out of the stable. The boys curled up around Gamba, who tried to stay awake, but his eyelids were too heavy. In his dreams, he heard voices at first, and soft snickering. "Dad's braids won't strangle him, but ours might." "Tem, you hold him, I'll wrap your braids around him, and Tocca, you pull." "Nah. We'd better be nice." "Why?" "So the little kids don't get scared." "Oh. You sure can wreck a good joke." "Dad would wreck it worse if we scared those little kids." "Good point." At that point in Gamba's dream, the Snowhobbits turned into shirriffs on ponies. Mithadan stood accused, Gamba swung, the Shirriff swung back, and Cami got clobbered again. The dream went downhill from there. [ March 15, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ] __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.