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Maegaladiel · 05-15-2003, 12:28 PM

Nahai's breath caught in her throat as the silver streak flew across the bar and embedded itself in the wall between the two fighting Rangers. As the room fell silent, she made a mental note never to be ungentlewomanly to Aman.

"Nice aim," she commented weakly. Then she turned to Morwyn, her face looking slightly paler than it was a moment ago. "Now would definately not be a good time for mischief."

"What shall we do then?" asked Morwyn. "We must wait for Annalalaith, but I do think we should have us a bit of fun." They looked to the two elven artists.

"Let's hope those two don't run into any differences in artistic opinions. I hear charcoal wounds can be quite nasty." Nahai laughed. The image of two elven maidens dueling with sticks of charcoal popped into her head. She knew Annalalaith would never do anything like that, but it did prove to be quite an amusing picture.

"But what to do?" Nahai scratched her head. "Know any good stories? Oh! I could give you a quick flute lesson, if you'd like." Nahai waited for her reply, trying to remember a good story or song.

05-15-2003, 12:28 PM	#11
Maegaladiel Haunting Spirit Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Around and About Posts: 82	Nahai's breath caught in her throat as the silver streak flew across the bar and embedded itself in the wall between the two fighting Rangers. As the room fell silent, she made a mental note never to be ungentlewomanly to Aman. "Nice aim," she commented weakly. Then she turned to Morwyn, her face looking slightly paler than it was a moment ago. "Now would definately not be a good time for mischief." "What shall we do then?" asked Morwyn. "We must wait for Annalalaith, but I do think we should have us a bit of fun." They looked to the two elven artists. "Let's hope those two don't run into any differences in artistic opinions. I hear charcoal wounds can be quite nasty." Nahai laughed. The image of two elven maidens dueling with sticks of charcoal popped into her head. She knew Annalalaith would never do anything like that, but it did prove to be quite an amusing picture. "But what to do?" Nahai scratched her head. "Know any good stories? Oh! I could give you a quick flute lesson, if you'd like." Nahai waited for her reply, trying to remember a good story or song. __________________ OK, which one of you wise guys bought Denethor a flame thrower?!? I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I can tell a hawk from a handsaw. GET THEE TO A NUNNERY!