Bregoware
Sythric rode towards the fire. Well it’s safe enough here, and really helps me, but is that wise?, he thought, and kept riding. After coming to a distance a shout would cover, he slowed down Thydrë’s pace and continued with easy canter. There was someone, a shadow lit by the fire being on guard. Well, they have a guard. Good thinking, he thought. He saw the shape of the guard rising up and coming to alert position. He then stopped and yelled.
“People of Bregoware! I’m your friend, sent by the council. Don’t be afraid of me, but come forwards!”.
After voicing himself, Sythric leaped off Thydrë and came walking down, some 200 ft. away from the fire. Sythric saw the guard’s shadow moving around, and heard him shouting something back to someone he hadn’t seen yet. Quite soon he saw figures rising up. Just shadows against the dying fire, but still, human beings, rising up and coming towards him.
Sythric walked leniently towards the gathering party, and finally got the glimps of the first man standing in front of him.
“Raedwald! You old war-horse! How come am I seeing you here?”
Sythric let go of the reins of Thydrë, and embraced the other man amiably. They both patted each other to their backs quite heavily. The others had gathered around them by the time the embrace was done with. Sythric and Raedwald both looked to each others’ eyes and seemed happy to see one another. The others’ were standing around, like question-marks in a sentence.
Last edited by piosenniel; 02-20-2006 at 10:18 PM.
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