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Carnëiach · 09-29-2002, 01:49 PM

The trees began to lean, snapping their branches at the guests. "We are doomed! All is lost!"
The sprite rolled her eyes. "Oh please, thats not even origional!" She muttered quietly. Stretching out her arms she sighed and vanished into a sheen of silver in the air.
She floated on the breeze through the trees, murmering quietly and soothingly to the irritated and menacing boughs. In the camp Lasseil was seeking justice for them. The elemental felt the change of air between the trees and sighed with relief, drifting back to the camp and resolving herself near Bethberry. The mysterious one looked at her, smiling slightly.
"I was not aware we had an elemental gracing the party."
"Indeed. Please noble one, tell us the story of the glade." The sprites voice was like rush of birds in flight in the quiet morning and the woman of the forest smiled back at her.
"Then tales you shall have, sprite." She began, the colours of her voice weaving with the echoes of memories and magic.

[ September 30, 2002: Message edited by: Carnëiach ]

09-29-2002, 01:49 PM	#33
Carnëiach Haunting Spirit Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: away with the goblins Posts: 57	The trees began to lean, snapping their branches at the guests. "We are doomed! All is lost!" The sprite rolled her eyes. "Oh please, thats not even origional!" She muttered quietly. Stretching out her arms she sighed and vanished into a sheen of silver in the air. She floated on the breeze through the trees, murmering quietly and soothingly to the irritated and menacing boughs. In the camp Lasseil was seeking justice for them. The elemental felt the change of air between the trees and sighed with relief, drifting back to the camp and resolving herself near Bethberry. The mysterious one looked at her, smiling slightly. "I was not aware we had an elemental gracing the party." "Indeed. Please noble one, tell us the story of the glade." The sprites voice was like rush of birds in flight in the quiet morning and the woman of the forest smiled back at her. "Then tales you shall have, sprite." She began, the colours of her voice weaving with the echoes of memories and magic. [ September 30, 2002: Message edited by: Carnëiach ] __________________ I never saw a wild thing that felt sorry for itself. A bird can fall frozen dead from a bough, without ever feeling sorry for itself. GI Jane (ok, DH Laurence) Carnëiach (Amanaduial the Archer)