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Imladris · 08-17-2004, 09:51 PM

Jarlyne

Jarlyne rolled his eyes and cocked his brows as Marreth finished his little speech. Short and to the point as always, which was the he liked it. As the sailors filed out, Jynne slinking along after them like a lingering shadow, he rounded on Marreth and said, "I do not believe this to be a good idea."

Marreth looked at him and said, "And why is that?"

Drat him. He could be so infuriating at times. "I would suppose that it is called the Cave of the Dead for a reason." He paused. "I am not a coward but I would prefer to keep my life. I have already had contact with the dead --" he shuddered, remember the eery wind of ice that had swept through him.

Marreth's face had gone tight and pale, and Jarlyne thought he could hear his teeth grind. He should not have mentioned their first experience with the dead...it was not a good thing to bring up sore subjects about the loss of one's father. He peered quickly at Marreth and then flicked them away, staring resolutely out the window.

"We must find the Stones," Marreth said shortly.

"Fine. If you want to join part of the reason why the cave is called The Cave of the Dead that is fine by me," Jarlyne said waspishly. "I suppose it's better to die this way instead of growing old and feeble."

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Jynne

His gangly legs straddling the yard, a needle with a tail of leather clenched between his yellowed teeth, Jynne examined the main topsail, fingering the cloth the wind had ripped in his fierce fury. He began to sew the tear together. His stitches were clumsy but that did not matter. An ill patched sail was better than a ripped sail that would betray them when the next storm swooped down upon them.

Shifting his eyes from his work, he froze when he saw Marreth stride down toward their boats and then, furthermore, stop to speak with one of those Snowmen. Yet, peering as closely as he could, Jynne could not recognize them.

He narrowed his eyes, creeping along the yard, letting the needle dangle from the sail.

What were they doing, what were they speaking about under the hiding of the clear sun as the other sailers worked to mend the ship. What esoteric passed between them?

Soon Marreth returned, a grim look upon his face. At his call for the crew, Jynne slipped down the mast, creeping in the feeble shadows toward the cabin.

Crouching in the corner, he peered at the captain and his faithful friend under his brows. The Caves of the Dead. A thin smile cracked his face. The Stones, if they did indeed exist, would be there more than likely.

As he slinked behind the others, his eyes flitted toward the bushes on the shore. What had the two been talking about?

08-17-2004, 09:51 PM	#24
Imladris Tears of the Phoenix Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Putting dimes in the jukebox baby. Posts: 1,453	Jarlyne Jarlyne rolled his eyes and cocked his brows as Marreth finished his little speech. Short and to the point as always, which was the he liked it. As the sailors filed out, Jynne slinking along after them like a lingering shadow, he rounded on Marreth and said, "I do not believe this to be a good idea." Marreth looked at him and said, "And why is that?" Drat him. He could be so infuriating at times. "I would suppose that it is called the Cave of the Dead for a reason." He paused. "I am not a coward but I would prefer to keep my life. I have already had contact with the dead --" he shuddered, remember the eery wind of ice that had swept through him. Marreth's face had gone tight and pale, and Jarlyne thought he could hear his teeth grind. He should not have mentioned their first experience with the dead...it was not a good thing to bring up sore subjects about the loss of one's father. He peered quickly at Marreth and then flicked them away, staring resolutely out the window. "We must find the Stones," Marreth said shortly. "Fine. If you want to join part of the reason why the cave is called The Cave of the Dead that is fine by me," Jarlyne said waspishly. "I suppose it's better to die this way instead of growing old and feeble." ~~~~~~~~~~ Jynne His gangly legs straddling the yard, a needle with a tail of leather clenched between his yellowed teeth, Jynne examined the main topsail, fingering the cloth the wind had ripped in his fierce fury. He began to sew the tear together. His stitches were clumsy but that did not matter. An ill patched sail was better than a ripped sail that would betray them when the next storm swooped down upon them. Shifting his eyes from his work, he froze when he saw Marreth stride down toward their boats and then, furthermore, stop to speak with one of those Snowmen. Yet, peering as closely as he could, Jynne could not recognize them. He narrowed his eyes, creeping along the yard, letting the needle dangle from the sail. What were they doing, what were they speaking about under the hiding of the clear sun as the other sailers worked to mend the ship. What esoteric passed between them? Soon Marreth returned, a grim look upon his face. At his call for the crew, Jynne slipped down the mast, creeping in the feeble shadows toward the cabin. Crouching in the corner, he peered at the captain and his faithful friend under his brows. The Caves of the Dead. A thin smile cracked his face. The Stones, if they did indeed exist, would be there more than likely. As he slinked behind the others, his eyes flitted toward the bushes on the shore. What had the two been talking about? Last edited by Imladris; 08-17-2004 at 10:12 PM.