In the Shadow of the Star: Part 1 - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Birdland · 03-18-2003, 11:17 AM

"Well, and it's about time you returned". Birdie sauntered into Pio's room, lifted the lid of the teapot and wrinkled her nose to find it only contained tea, and plopped herself down by the grate, stretching out her toes to the fire.

"What did you think to accomplish with your little jaunt? Hoping to hurry up the birth with a nice cross-country gallop? And leaving the rounding up of Cami's guests to Mith and I? You'd have been a better choice. After all, you've chose to live with them for all these months."

Idly, Bird pulled out the green volume from Pio's pack, and started flipping through the pages (carefully wiping her hands on her pants before doing so). "What's this?"

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Pio's post

‘Careful with that! Or Merry and Pippin will flay your scrawny little shape-changer hide.’

Pio hoisted herself from the chair and retrieved the book from her friend’s eager hands. Reaching down into the side pocket of the pack, she drew out the bottle of Marish Mead she had wrapped in one of her shirts. Bird wrinkled her nose at the site of the creased and wadded piece of clothing, backing away from the proffered gift.

‘You know Elves always smell sweet and fresh! No need to be looking so disdainfully at it. And besides, it is clean . . . just mussed, a bit.’ She handed the bottle to Bird. ‘You will like what you find inside. I believe Mrs. Maggot made that up. Nice and hearty Marish spirits, if you catch my drift.’

Pio chuckled as Bird held up the bottle to admire the deep amber colored, thick liquid. ‘You know, we could invite Lorien down for a taste. Sort of seal the apology I made.’

She cocked her eyebrow at Bird . . .

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‘Not a good idea, you two.’ Mithadan’s pronouncement cut short the impromptu party plans. Awakened by their discussion, he had thrown on his robe and come into the living room. He took the bottle from Bird’s hands and inspected it. ‘Looks potent!’

He smiled impishly at Bird. ‘As I recall, you knocked the poor guy flat on his back when you made your entrance to the dinner party.’ He placed the bottle back in her hands. ‘Take the bottle and go make your amends to him. Upstairs, third door on the left.’ He took her elbow and steered her gently toward the door and out it. ‘We’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast, late.’

Mithadan smiled and waved, then closed the door firmly behind her. He turned, and his eyes swept over Piosenniel as she stood before him in her rumpled riding clothes. His hand went up to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. ‘I miss you when you are not by my side,’ he murmured.

Taking her hands in his he drew her quickly toward him, kissing her at first gently on the lips, and then with greater urgency . . .

[ March 19, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

03-18-2003, 11:17 AM	#11
Birdland Ghastly Neekerbreeker Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: the banks of the mighty Scioto Posts: 1,751	"Well, and it's about time you returned". Birdie sauntered into Pio's room, lifted the lid of the teapot and wrinkled her nose to find it only contained tea, and plopped herself down by the grate, stretching out her toes to the fire. "What did you think to accomplish with your little jaunt? Hoping to hurry up the birth with a nice cross-country gallop? And leaving the rounding up of Cami's guests to Mith and I? You'd have been a better choice. After all, you've chose to live with them for all these months." Idly, Bird pulled out the green volume from Pio's pack, and started flipping through the pages (carefully wiping her hands on her pants before doing so). "What's this?" ******************************************* Pio's post ‘Careful with that! Or Merry and Pippin will flay your scrawny little shape-changer hide.’ Pio hoisted herself from the chair and retrieved the book from her friend’s eager hands. Reaching down into the side pocket of the pack, she drew out the bottle of Marish Mead she had wrapped in one of her shirts. Bird wrinkled her nose at the site of the creased and wadded piece of clothing, backing away from the proffered gift. ‘You know Elves always smell sweet and fresh! No need to be looking so disdainfully at it. And besides, it is clean . . . just mussed, a bit.’ She handed the bottle to Bird. ‘You will like what you find inside. I believe Mrs. Maggot made that up. Nice and hearty Marish spirits, if you catch my drift.’ Pio chuckled as Bird held up the bottle to admire the deep amber colored, thick liquid. ‘You know, we could invite Lorien down for a taste. Sort of seal the apology I made.’ She cocked her eyebrow at Bird . . . ********************************* ‘Not a good idea, you two.’ Mithadan’s pronouncement cut short the impromptu party plans. Awakened by their discussion, he had thrown on his robe and come into the living room. He took the bottle from Bird’s hands and inspected it. ‘Looks potent!’ He smiled impishly at Bird. ‘As I recall, you knocked the poor guy flat on his back when you made your entrance to the dinner party.’ He placed the bottle back in her hands. ‘Take the bottle and go make your amends to him. Upstairs, third door on the left.’ He took her elbow and steered her gently toward the door and out it. ‘We’ll see you tomorrow at breakfast, late.’ Mithadan smiled and waved, then closed the door firmly behind her. He turned, and his eyes swept over Piosenniel as she stood before him in her rumpled riding clothes. His hand went up to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. ‘I miss you when you are not by my side,’ he murmured. Taking her hands in his he drew her quickly toward him, kissing her at first gently on the lips, and then with greater urgency . . . [ March 19, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]