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Old 09-03-2003, 04:54 PM   #59
Estelyn Telcontar
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Merisuwyniel had retired to her room relatively early. The males of various races, both His-and-Hers-Ship and Sorethighhim, were still vying with one another to demonstrate the degree of their friendship by consuming large amounts of intoxicating beverages. The Elven maiden had no objection to invigorating liquids, but she preferred daintily sipping miruvor or châm-pägne to guzzling ale. However, such specialties were not on stock in the common room of the Horse Head Inn; she had resorted to nibbling peppermint patties and drinking PeppermintPatty™ tea until she was weary from so much refreshment and wanted to sleep.

It seemed to her that she had just closed her eyes when spotlights went on, illuminating a stage. A dancer appeared, wearing a headpiece plumed with peacock feathers. She gasped as she recognized the face – it was her own! Other dancers joined her, music sounded, and as legs were kicked high, she realized that she was dressed only in a few feathers. That was certainly not practical, though it was undeniably feminine. Embarrassed to be seen with such minimalistic attire, she frantically looked about for a place to hide, but the music went on and on, and she could not stop dancing.

Suddenly her pointed Elven ears heard a sharp click and she awoke with a start. Breathless, she listened for further sounds, but there were none. Her hand reached for the beautiful and deadly dagger that she always kept under her pillow – a necessary precaution for a shieldmaiden, since the Bow was a bit unwieldy in close combat. When she heard no more noises, sleep again overwhelmed her.

A bright light blinded her; she was sitting on a barstool in the middle of a stage. Expectant faces looked up at her as she began to sing. Her gentle voice filled the room, accompanied by the soft strumming of an instrument. Looking down, she saw that she herself was the musician, fingers plucking the strings of a wooden object that rested on her crossed legs. She could play!

Her delight was short-lived, for she suddenly realized that the faces looking at her were leering, all of them male. She was wearing only the instrument, nothing else. And they were calling for it to be removed! She longed to be rescued, but the faces came closer, becoming more and more threatening. They crowded the stage, the boards began to tremble, and with a loud crash, the platform collapsed.

Panting, she sat upright in her bed. It took a moment for her to realize that the crash had been real, not merely a part of her dream. Voices sounded in the hallway, feet rushed past her door, and she hurried to join them, not without taking the precaution of robing herself in a modest yet very becoming wrapper. Bewildered, she watched the rescue action and wondered what had happened, vaguely aware that there was something strange about the coinciding appearance of Kuruharan and Chrysophylax. But she was too tired to pursue that thought and happy to return to her bed as soon as possible. She slept deeply and soundly, and if any more dreams troubled her, they are not recorded here…

[ September 08, 2003: Message edited by: Estelyn Telcontar ]
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