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Folwren · 04-09-2006, 02:35 PM

Maeggaladiel's post

"Have you known your companions long, from your home?" Fion turned his attention back to Athwen as she returned. She had gone off to speak to Dorran, the young man who had confessed to thinking up the rock idea. He looked even younger than Fion, and from what he gathered, that was saying something. Dorran had been afraid. Afraid that his companions were in danger, like the people of that town had been. Fion could sympathize. His anger towards the Wulfham riders began to subside. He wanted to speak to the lad as well, but just thinking about standing up made his head spin. Oh well. Perhaps they would get a chance to talk later.

Athwen was staring at him, and Fion realized that she was waiting for him to answer her question. He opened his mouth, and suddenly something occurred to him.

"You know, I really haven't," he said, somewhat surprised. It was true. They had lived in the same small village, but he had never known any of them prior to this adventure. It seemed odd, but he supposed it made sense. They were different ages, different genders, from different social standings....

"I really only just met them," he continued. He chewed a piece of fish thoughtfully, pondering this. "We've never really had a reason to get to know each other, I suppose. Most of them herd goats or cattle, or are old enough to never have needed to bother with someone my age. My family are farmers, not herders. We tend fields of vegetables and the like, and we raise chickens and geese. My father might've traded with Meghan's family once or twice, but I've never really had much reason to be with them, in all honesty."

04-09-2006, 02:35 PM	#11
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Maeggaladiel's post "Have you known your companions long, from your home?" Fion turned his attention back to Athwen as she returned. She had gone off to speak to Dorran, the young man who had confessed to thinking up the rock idea. He looked even younger than Fion, and from what he gathered, that was saying something. Dorran had been afraid. Afraid that his companions were in danger, like the people of that town had been. Fion could sympathize. His anger towards the Wulfham riders began to subside. He wanted to speak to the lad as well, but just thinking about standing up made his head spin. Oh well. Perhaps they would get a chance to talk later. Athwen was staring at him, and Fion realized that she was waiting for him to answer her question. He opened his mouth, and suddenly something occurred to him. "You know, I really haven't," he said, somewhat surprised. It was true. They had lived in the same small village, but he had never known any of them prior to this adventure. It seemed odd, but he supposed it made sense. They were different ages, different genders, from different social standings.... "I really only just met them," he continued. He chewed a piece of fish thoughtfully, pondering this. "We've never really had a reason to get to know each other, I suppose. Most of them herd goats or cattle, or are old enough to never have needed to bother with someone my age. My family are farmers, not herders. We tend fields of vegetables and the like, and we raise chickens and geese. My father might've traded with Meghan's family once or twice, but I've never really had much reason to be with them, in all honesty." Last edited by piosenniel; 04-11-2006 at 02:37 PM.