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Sophia the Thunder Mistress · 04-23-2003, 12:19 AM

Marsilion clung for dear life as Firien bolted after Anduneriel's horse. Ferdibrand riding behind Marsilion gave a frightened shriek, whether at the horse's sudden movement or at the fall of rocks clattering down the mountain wall at the company, Marsilion didn't know.

The ranger tried to guide the horse close to the mountain wall in hopes that the larger rocks would bounce outward toward the cliff. Fortunately, they did. Firien jumped as a sharp shard of rock cut her flank, and Ferri clung like a leech to Marsilion's waist, terrified by the lurching of the horse.

As the company cleared the last of the slide, as though making a parting shot, a fist sized rock struck Marsilion in the left arm. Gasping with pain he clapped his right hand over the wound in his shoulder. He bit his lip, touching the place gingerly with his fingertips. It was bleeding again.

"Is anyone badly hurt?" Anduneriel called from the front of the group, a worried look on her face. Swallowing his pride Marsilion met her eyes.

"Not serious, Anduneriel, but a bandage and some herbs perhaps... I think it's infected." He lifted his hand from the shoulder of his tunic and showed the small amount of blood that had come through. The elven woman dismounted lightly and waited for Marsilion to do the same before coming to him and touching the shoulder lightly with her fingertips.

After a closer inspection she applied some herbs to it and bound it tightly. "You should have come to me before." she said sternly. "We need everyone at their full strength for this journey."

"Yeah! With both your arms!" Ferri chimed in cheekily. Marsilion nodded sheepishly, feeling like a reprimanded child, but couldn't help casting a grin back at Ferri where he still sat on Firien's back.

04-23-2003, 12:19 AM	#11
Sophia the Thunder Mistress Scent of Simbelmynë Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Aboard Highwind, bound for Traverse Town Posts: 1,780	Marsilion clung for dear life as Firien bolted after Anduneriel's horse. Ferdibrand riding behind Marsilion gave a frightened shriek, whether at the horse's sudden movement or at the fall of rocks clattering down the mountain wall at the company, Marsilion didn't know. The ranger tried to guide the horse close to the mountain wall in hopes that the larger rocks would bounce outward toward the cliff. Fortunately, they did. Firien jumped as a sharp shard of rock cut her flank, and Ferri clung like a leech to Marsilion's waist, terrified by the lurching of the horse. As the company cleared the last of the slide, as though making a parting shot, a fist sized rock struck Marsilion in the left arm. Gasping with pain he clapped his right hand over the wound in his shoulder. He bit his lip, touching the place gingerly with his fingertips. It was bleeding again. "Is anyone badly hurt?" Anduneriel called from the front of the group, a worried look on her face. Swallowing his pride Marsilion met her eyes. "Not serious, Anduneriel, but a bandage and some herbs perhaps... I think it's infected." He lifted his hand from the shoulder of his tunic and showed the small amount of blood that had come through. The elven woman dismounted lightly and waited for Marsilion to do the same before coming to him and touching the shoulder lightly with her fingertips. After a closer inspection she applied some herbs to it and bound it tightly. "You should have come to me before." she said sternly. "We need everyone at their full strength for this journey." "Yeah! With both your arms!" Ferri chimed in cheekily. Marsilion nodded sheepishly, feeling like a reprimanded child, but couldn't help casting a grin back at Ferri where he still sat on Firien's back. __________________ The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!