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THE Ka · 08-13-2006, 07:09 PM

Third day of the journey and the ent began to walk north towards the great forest of mirkwood, which was a taunting smudge on the horizon.

Ho hmmm, that elve from the start of this adventure said they would be following us, and watching. I guess I have never given it much thought now. Ha ro tumbula, what is this?!

Within a second Kafkalina saw a dust storm rushing in her direction, it was thick and mottled on the blur of the dry fields of rock and sparce grass, but it quickly came to clarity.

What mischief is this?! A dust storm! I have not witnessed one in many an age! Hm hommm, I guess I cannot weather such a thing by lying down, or put my rope to a good use.

Kafkalina put her rope quickly back into her bag. She had thought of using it as a protection by swinging it around overhead, but the dust storm was too tall. Quickly it approached, and as it did, the ent was struck by an idea.

Hmm ha ro tum! If I cannot rest on the ground until this passes, why not out run it?

With that the entmaiden was off doing something that would appear quite odd from far off. She ran as fast as she could towards the dust storm, but if a watcher were to look closely, she did not run into it at all. Right before the swirling mass, Kafkalina straightened herself out as far as she could and jumped to the ground at a roll. If the entwives and entmaidens were known for being lithe and strong, and ash trees this as well on their accord, the ent was making a good demonstration of it.

Faster and faster she rolled, though the ground was hard and rocky, the thistles collectively acted as a barrier and allowed her to move faster. Straight through the storm she went, and it seemed as if it was the passing into another world, and this was but the chaos between. Soon Kafkalina opened her eyes to see the other side of the dust storm as it began its journey across the dry land.

Standing up, and shaking the dust off herself, Kafkalina sighed and began her journey again. Maybe, just maybe she would find Mirkwood sometime. Also, she began to wonder about Eoln, the rather odd behaving elve at the beginning of all of this.

Hemmm ho rum... I guess the world has really changed if the elves are changing. I miss the elves of Valinor, and the first Sindar, so much strife they had, but such kind and sound people they were.

Kafkalina walked to the north, now quietly singing of the past, but she was aware and alert for any danger or, strange thing that may come.

08-13-2006, 07:09 PM	#61
THE Ka Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: As with the flygja Posts: 1,403	Third day of the journey and the ent began to walk north towards the great forest of mirkwood, which was a taunting smudge on the horizon. Ho hmmm, that elve from the start of this adventure said they would be following us, and watching. I guess I have never given it much thought now. Ha ro tumbula, what is this?! Within a second Kafkalina saw a dust storm rushing in her direction, it was thick and mottled on the blur of the dry fields of rock and sparce grass, but it quickly came to clarity. What mischief is this?! A dust storm! I have not witnessed one in many an age! Hm hommm, I guess I cannot weather such a thing by lying down, or put my rope to a good use. Kafkalina put her rope quickly back into her bag. She had thought of using it as a protection by swinging it around overhead, but the dust storm was too tall. Quickly it approached, and as it did, the ent was struck by an idea. Hmm ha ro tum! If I cannot rest on the ground until this passes, why not out run it? With that the entmaiden was off doing something that would appear quite odd from far off. She ran as fast as she could towards the dust storm, but if a watcher were to look closely, she did not run into it at all. Right before the swirling mass, Kafkalina straightened herself out as far as she could and jumped to the ground at a roll. If the entwives and entmaidens were known for being lithe and strong, and ash trees this as well on their accord, the ent was making a good demonstration of it. Faster and faster she rolled, though the ground was hard and rocky, the thistles collectively acted as a barrier and allowed her to move faster. Straight through the storm she went, and it seemed as if it was the passing into another world, and this was but the chaos between. Soon Kafkalina opened her eyes to see the other side of the dust storm as it began its journey across the dry land. Standing up, and shaking the dust off herself, Kafkalina sighed and began her journey again. Maybe, just maybe she would find Mirkwood sometime. Also, she began to wonder about Eoln, the rather odd behaving elve at the beginning of all of this. Hemmm ho rum... I guess the world has really changed if the elves are changing. I miss the elves of Valinor, and the first Sindar, so much strife they had, but such kind and sound people they were. Kafkalina walked to the north, now quietly singing of the past, but she was aware and alert for any danger or, strange thing that may come. Last edited by THE Ka; 08-14-2006 at 12:43 PM.