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Kiara · 12-16-2002, 03:19 PM

Parin, too, had fallen under the enchantment of the lady's words and song; she was entranced. Eyes shining with unshed tears, the young dwarf had forgotten her own thoughts of woe to be replaced by the lovely visions of elves. How had she lived before now? Her experience of life was so dim and shallow as compared to even the briefest of stories spoken from the lips of the fair elf. What a depth of experience they had! How was it that with so much sorrow, they could still be so merry? She knew her understanding could never reach into the fathoms of that fair race, but she hoped that maybe....?

Parin's heart stirred within her with passion, and as her soul was touched, so was her little frame. She began to tremble, and as she reached out to the table to steady herself, her shudderings sent her earthenware mug to the floor---

---Thankfully she had already finished the lovely dark brew within, but this new illustration of her clumsiness sent her scurrying off to her room for the night. Perhaps she would have regained her composure enough to discuss adventures further (and not to embarass herself) upon her return to the common room....She hoped (as her life's perspective broadened and as she felt growing pains in her spirit) that wonderful adventures might be the result....

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Parin Stonemouth and myself (Kiara) will be returning to the White Horse in a week's time, I hope! Here's to adventure! ---Kiara

[ December 16, 2002: Message edited by: Kiara ]

12-16-2002, 03:19 PM	#11
Kiara Animated Skeleton Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: wish 'twere Ireland Posts: 50	Parin, too, had fallen under the enchantment of the lady's words and song; she was entranced. Eyes shining with unshed tears, the young dwarf had forgotten her own thoughts of woe to be replaced by the lovely visions of elves. How had she lived before now? Her experience of life was so dim and shallow as compared to even the briefest of stories spoken from the lips of the fair elf. What a depth of experience they had! How was it that with so much sorrow, they could still be so merry? She knew her understanding could never reach into the fathoms of that fair race, but she hoped that maybe....? Parin's heart stirred within her with passion, and as her soul was touched, so was her little frame. She began to tremble, and as she reached out to the table to steady herself, her shudderings sent her earthenware mug to the floor--- ---Thankfully she had already finished the lovely dark brew within, but this new illustration of her clumsiness sent her scurrying off to her room for the night. Perhaps she would have regained her composure enough to discuss adventures further (and not to embarass herself) upon her return to the common room....She hoped (as her life's perspective broadened and as she felt growing pains in her spirit) that wonderful adventures might be the result.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Parin Stonemouth and myself (Kiara) will be returning to the White Horse in a week's time, I hope! Here's to adventure! ---Kiara [ December 16, 2002: Message edited by: Kiara ] __________________ "What if you slept, and what if in your sleep you dreamed, and what if, in your dream, you went to paradise and there plucked a beautiful flower...and what if when you awoke, you held that flower in your hand? Ah, what then?"