Holiday in the Sun RPG

[Carrûn]

"I don't know many who will utter words of that tounge..."

Well now you know one more who will, Awyrgan thought silently. He didn't bother to give an explanation, the tale would have taken too long and he was focused on covering as much distance as possible while the Sun still shone. Behind him he heard the stallion begin to protest slightly on the slowness of his current pace. Aye, he would wish to run.

"I suppose I should let him run a bit...if your destination lies in Dol Amaroth then I'm sure we will cross paths again - Suildad ranger."

Ranger. Not quite but close enough. He raised his hand slightly as if in aknowledgment of her passing as she brushed past him on Quelle. As they did so his fingers deftly looped a small bag around the laces of her left boot. His bright eyes followed them as they thundered off into the growing dusk. The shadows were beginning to dance as the Sun settled in over the West for the night. He will like the sugar cubes. He grinned. Or perhaps she will.

He continued for some time until it was nearly dark and his feet were complaining. Striding off the road he found a small hollow against a creek bank. His ears picked up a rustling in the bushes and with a quick toss of a knife he had secured a decent sized rabit. Building a small ring with stones he scrounged around until he had an acceptable amount of kindling. After lighting the fire he proceeded to skin the rabit. His face began to itch again and, folding the skin of the rabit in the form of a pouch, hung it over the fire and filled it with water. He boiled a leaf of the athelas plant and washed his face with the water. He ate the rabit with out paying too much attention to the taste. He then threw any remains and extra wood on the fire and proceeded to wrap himself in his cloak. He lay on his side with his face to the fire, one hand on a drawn knife and another resting on the hilt of his sword. He then attempted to sleep, staring upward at the sky. Eru, please no more wolves tonight. At least not until dawn. Allow this weary man a reprieve. He laughed. "Ah me, talking to the stars."

[ February 10, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ]