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mark12_30 · 06-12-2008, 05:14 PM

"Last Tapestry post was a bit too warm, " said Beech.

"Eh, I'd like another draught please, " said Oak.

Willow waved in agreement. They edged away from the fireplace, avoiding candles.

"Raefindan, "said Beech, "we think it is time to hear how you cool things down. How about a nice rain?"

"Long rain, " agreed Oak.

"Big rain, " whispered Willow, swaying and sweeping. "Much rain. Great deep-to-the-roots rain--"

Raefindan turned to Elempi. "Can I really do that?"

Elempi grinned.

Durelin · 07-08-2008, 04:33 PM

Durelin bowed her head slightly to Oak, when she noticed eyes under a leafy brow were on her. She could not help smiling. The Seventh Star was the only place in which she had ever seen an Ent, though she had seen many strange things even in her brief time. This was an excellent place to find the stuff of stories, old and new. The perfect place to find some inspiration, to catch rumors of a new adventure that called for questers, Durelin thought as she stared at pistachios.

Looking around, she was surprised to catch sight of someone familiar. She had not seen Arry in quite some time, and supposed she had missed him among the crowd until now. She would have to have a word with him soon, perhaps about a new adventure. No, it is likely too soon…

After seeing an older familiar face, Durelin was very pleased to see a newer one. She waved to Groin, but she would not bother him with any talk of adventures. She had already dragged him into one, and then left him and his fellows on their own for much of it. Yes, it is too soon… But then, that adventure was nearing an end…

“I’d prefer you not draw so much attention to yourself…” Valde hissed.

Bêthberry · 11-03-2009, 10:43 PM

"Strange, strange," whispered the woman almost to herself as she peeked into the window of The Seventh Star. "I could have sworn I heard pleasant voices on the wind coming from this place. But I see only an ugly intruder hustling his wares, as if this were a common warehouse."

The motes of dust glimmered inside as the sunlight seemed to bend with the wind, but remained mute.

The woman looked across the street to see if any familiar faces were gathering at the other inn--the Lamb and Flag. Yes, yes, there they were, celebrating some sort of moot. What would it take, she wondered, to entice them back to the Star? She thought silently for a bit. Oh well, at least perhaps I can push that pushy intruder out of the Star and bury his tawdry wares.

mark12_30 · 11-04-2009, 07:19 PM

A screech split the dust motes, and the peddler crashed into the oaken door, wrestling with the latch, and then burst out into the street, wares scattering on the cobblestones. After stomping his foot and shouting imprecations, he thrashed about for a moment, and then stopped, inspected his injured toe, searched about, gathered his wares, and marched off towards the marketplace grumbling.

A small mouse poked his nose out of the door, twitching his whiskers. The peddlar's foot had not tasted pleasant, and the mouse sat on his hindquarters and rubbed his nose with his paws. Nevertheless he was pleased that the intruder had left.

Now if only Bethberry would take his place. And perhaps an ent, or three.

Bêthberry · 11-17-2009, 09:50 AM

Bethberry crouched down at the window at the contatenation of sound and curses and disturbance that followed--or proceeded--the errent peddlar. Once he was safely down the road, she rose and turned to the door, catching sight of the wee mousie.

"Was it you we have to thank, for ridding us of the unneighourly peddlar, Wee Mousie?" She hadn't talked to a mouse in quite some time, but didn't think that would ruin the conversation. Any language could always use practice.

The mouse looked up at her, swishing its tail, as if to say, "Well who else do you think?" Then swiftly it ran off, back into the Star, and Bethberry followed.

I thought I had heard some Ents asking for rain, she mused to herself. And wondered if she had any of Mum's old talents in her to comply.

mark12_30 · 11-22-2009, 08:06 PM

"Big rain, " whispered Beech.

"Long rain, " hoomed Oak.

"Much rain, for laughing streams and running rivers, " pleaded Willow, trailing long wispy branches through the dust.

The mouse wiggled his nose at Willow, careful to avoid his spreading roots. Wilow saw it, and frowning, swept a trailer towards him.

"No fear, " squeaked the mouse. "I've no desire to be caught inside a snicking crack!" and the mouse scampered up the Oak.

"Tickles, " said Oak.

"I'll get him, " offered Willow ominously.

"Bethberry!" called Beech. "Big rain, before Oak is caught between Willow and a Mouse!"

Bethberry sighed. "Nothing like pressure, " she muttered. Outside the Inn, a light pattering began on the streets.

mark12_30 · 11-27-2009, 07:16 AM

Each breathing a sigh of relief, the ents shuffled out the door into the rain. It came faster and thicker, up from the sea with a sweet south wind. Anon the streets shone, and then rivulets began to run down towards the gates.

The mouse was soon bedraggled, crept down Oak's back, and took refuge in the inn again. But the ents each found a place by the streetside where they could stand in the rain, arms outstretched. The rain washed and comforted them, cooling tempers caused by ticklish mice and too much dust. They breathed easily and peacefully. One by one they closed their eyes and settled into naps filled with lovely dreams.

A couple strode past, hastening to reach their home and get out of the sudden rain. One looked up in surprise at the three gnarled old trees that had suddenly appeared by the inn door.

"I know the King's elf-friend hath said we grow too many stones and not enough trees, " she said to her husband, "but haven't they planted saplings in the lower rings? Whence came these hoary wizened trunks?"

Her husband shrugged. "They could have brought us fruit trees. These be good for naught but the forge."

They hastened on, but the old wife cast many a backward glance towards the old inn doorway til the curve of the street hid the trees from view.

Bethberry poked her head out the door, and whispered. "No fear of the forge for you. Sleep now; sleep, and dream of wind on the hillside."

A sigh from Beech was the only answer.

06-12-2008, 05:14 PM	#1
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	"Last Tapestry post was a bit too warm, " said Beech. "Eh, I'd like another draught please, " said Oak. Willow waved in agreement. They edged away from the fireplace, avoiding candles. "Raefindan, "said Beech, "we think it is time to hear how you cool things down. How about a nice rain?" "Long rain, " agreed Oak. "Big rain, " whispered Willow, swaying and sweeping. "Much rain. Great deep-to-the-roots rain--" Raefindan turned to Elempi. "Can I really do that?" Elempi grinned. Last edited by piosenniel; 11-28-2009 at 11:34 PM.

11-04-2009, 07:19 PM	#4
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	A screech split the dust motes, and the peddler crashed into the oaken door, wrestling with the latch, and then burst out into the street, wares scattering on the cobblestones. After stomping his foot and shouting imprecations, he thrashed about for a moment, and then stopped, inspected his injured toe, searched about, gathered his wares, and marched off towards the marketplace grumbling. A small mouse poked his nose out of the door, twitching his whiskers. The peddlar's foot had not tasted pleasant, and the mouse sat on his hindquarters and rubbed his nose with his paws. Nevertheless he was pleased that the intruder had left. Now if only Bethberry would take his place. And perhaps an ent, or three. Last edited by piosenniel; 11-28-2009 at 11:35 PM.

11-22-2009, 08:06 PM	#6
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	"Big rain, " whispered Beech. "Long rain, " hoomed Oak. "Much rain, for laughing streams and running rivers, " pleaded Willow, trailing long wispy branches through the dust. The mouse wiggled his nose at Willow, careful to avoid his spreading roots. Wilow saw it, and frowning, swept a trailer towards him. "No fear, " squeaked the mouse. "I've no desire to be caught inside a snicking crack!" and the mouse scampered up the Oak. "Tickles, " said Oak. "I'll get him, " offered Willow ominously. "Bethberry!" called Beech. "Big rain, before Oak is caught between Willow and a Mouse!" Bethberry sighed. "Nothing like pressure, " she muttered. Outside the Inn, a light pattering began on the streets. Last edited by piosenniel; 11-28-2009 at 11:35 PM.

11-27-2009, 07:16 AM	#7
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	Each breathing a sigh of relief, the ents shuffled out the door into the rain. It came faster and thicker, up from the sea with a sweet south wind. Anon the streets shone, and then rivulets began to run down towards the gates. The mouse was soon bedraggled, crept down Oak's back, and took refuge in the inn again. But the ents each found a place by the streetside where they could stand in the rain, arms outstretched. The rain washed and comforted them, cooling tempers caused by ticklish mice and too much dust. They breathed easily and peacefully. One by one they closed their eyes and settled into naps filled with lovely dreams. A couple strode past, hastening to reach their home and get out of the sudden rain. One looked up in surprise at the three gnarled old trees that had suddenly appeared by the inn door. "I know the King's elf-friend hath said we grow too many stones and not enough trees, " she said to her husband, "but haven't they planted saplings in the lower rings? Whence came these hoary wizened trunks?" Her husband shrugged. "They could have brought us fruit trees. These be good for naught but the forge." They hastened on, but the old wife cast many a backward glance towards the old inn doorway til the curve of the street hid the trees from view. Bethberry poked her head out the door, and whispered. "No fear of the forge for you. Sleep now; sleep, and dream of wind on the hillside." A sigh from Beech was the only answer. Last edited by piosenniel; 11-28-2009 at 11:36 PM.

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07-08-2008, 04:33 PM	#2
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	Durelin bowed her head slightly to Oak, when she noticed eyes under a leafy brow were on her. She could not help smiling. The Seventh Star was the only place in which she had ever seen an Ent, though she had seen many strange things even in her brief time. This was an excellent place to find the stuff of stories, old and new. The perfect place to find some inspiration, to catch rumors of a new adventure that called for questers, Durelin thought as she stared at pistachios. Looking around, she was surprised to catch sight of someone familiar. She had not seen Arry in quite some time, and supposed she had missed him among the crowd until now. She would have to have a word with him soon, perhaps about a new adventure. No, it is likely too soon… After seeing an older familiar face, Durelin was very pleased to see a newer one. She waved to Groin, but she would not bother him with any talk of adventures. She had already dragged him into one, and then left him and his fellows on their own for much of it. Yes, it is too soon… But then, that adventure was nearing an end… “I’d prefer you not draw so much attention to yourself…” Valde hissed.

11-03-2009, 10:43 PM	#3
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	"Strange, strange," whispered the woman almost to herself as she peeked into the window of The Seventh Star. "I could have sworn I heard pleasant voices on the wind coming from this place. But I see only an ugly intruder hustling his wares, as if this were a common warehouse." The motes of dust glimmered inside as the sunlight seemed to bend with the wind, but remained mute. The woman looked across the street to see if any familiar faces were gathering at the other inn--the Lamb and Flag. Yes, yes, there they were, celebrating some sort of moot. What would it take, she wondered, to entice them back to the Star? She thought silently for a bit. Oh well, at least perhaps I can push that pushy intruder out of the Star and bury his tawdry wares.

11-17-2009, 09:50 AM	#5
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	Bethberry crouched down at the window at the contatenation of sound and curses and disturbance that followed--or proceeded--the errent peddlar. Once he was safely down the road, she rose and turned to the door, catching sight of the wee mousie. "Was it you we have to thank, for ridding us of the unneighourly peddlar, Wee Mousie?" She hadn't talked to a mouse in quite some time, but didn't think that would ruin the conversation. Any language could always use practice. The mouse looked up at her, swishing its tail, as if to say, "Well who else do you think?" Then swiftly it ran off, back into the Star, and Bethberry followed. I thought I had heard some Ents asking for rain, she mused to herself. And wondered if she had any of Mum's old talents in her to comply.