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THE Ka · 08-23-2006, 01:00 PM

Kafkalina after a day's rest felt more exuberant than ever, and with great strides soon passed to the northwestern borders of Mirkwood.

Farewell great wood! May you and I see better days...

The ent was about to continue when she noticed the heavy rain that had been falling. Under the thick cover of the wood, Kafkalina had not taken notice of its presence, but out now in the open, it was a sight of mixed results.

Ah! Ro hoom ra tum! The rain, the rain! Many a song to sing I have for you, but now I must be going. There is a river that starts somewhere around here, hopfully this rain shall not flood the river too much for my crossing.

Soon she found the river, and so had the rain. It was now flooded completely, and would have easily taken over the most dexterious elve or man. Carefully, Kafkalina sorted out her supplies for what would be launched over into the ash trees on the opposite bank, and what would be needed to simply cross.
With a light heave over the shoulder, the ent was able to rest her bag in the crown of a few young ash trees on the other side.

Humm, sorry if that disturbed you my young ones, but I am afraid I must cross this bloated river. Ha rum, see you soon.

With that, the ent carefully began to cross the river. The bottom was rather unstable, and seemed to be washed out of rocks with the rain and the river's current. When she reached half way, she found the surprise in store, not only was it a rip in the current, but the riverbottom was nothing but mud and tangled weeds. Soon Kafkalina with a great splash, was floating down river.

Garh ro toom! Not again...

Amazingly, the ent didn't travel very fast, but the large rocks jutting out of the river's surface were in part to this, and rather painful. Quickly, the ent summoned up old knowledge from her mind, and to check what supplies she had decided to keep.

Let's see, well, I didn't carry much. My pole of course, I had to throw that over on the other bank... Hmmm, well, I have a woven container of ent-draught, which is utterly useless now, I'm floating in water! Oh, rah ro tum! Could I have brought anything useful?!

Combing her upper branches in frustration and thought, she felt something that definately was not her own leaves. She pulled from her branches her long, strong rope of willow leaves and stems. With enough in hand, she spotted some cousins of hers, a few strong oak trees standing near where a rock poked into the side of the river. With the right length of rope, she could grapple onto a few of them and climb safely onto the bank.

Waiting with percision, Kafkalina flung the rope at the right moment, and thanks to the rope's ability to tangle easily to anything, she was secure. Carefully, and patiently, the ent pulled herself until she felt the side of the bank where she was able to crawl over. Dismantling her tangle of rope, she quicky thanked the oaks and ran back up stream. Her things were still there, all in their bag, except the bag was now hanging by a branch out in her direction.

Ho humm, you young ashes are always so coy. Thank you, but I must be on my way, once I finish making my ent-draught. I guess I could give you some of it as well, humm.

Carefully taking the bag while giving the ash trees a good looking over, Kafkalina refilled all of her empty ent draught supplies. The rain began to subside, and now was a light mist as the sun began to slowly break beyond some clouds. Giving the trees nearby a good look again, the ent carefully distributed a slight amount of her supply. The trees only moved slightly, and would seem to hum in approval.

No, no! No more, you've had your share, all of you. I can only wish you the best and to keep your wits about you. Now farewell, tra lo lum.

With that Kafkalina gathered her things and left walking towards the west, and the northern ends of the Misty Mountains. She had crossed them before to get to Rhun, she knew she could do it again, but with carefull consideration for what was to come.

08-23-2006, 01:00 PM	#32
THE Ka Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: As with the flygja Posts: 1,403	Kafkalina after a day's rest felt more exuberant than ever, and with great strides soon passed to the northwestern borders of Mirkwood. Farewell great wood! May you and I see better days... The ent was about to continue when she noticed the heavy rain that had been falling. Under the thick cover of the wood, Kafkalina had not taken notice of its presence, but out now in the open, it was a sight of mixed results. Ah! Ro hoom ra tum! The rain, the rain! Many a song to sing I have for you, but now I must be going. There is a river that starts somewhere around here, hopfully this rain shall not flood the river too much for my crossing. Soon she found the river, and so had the rain. It was now flooded completely, and would have easily taken over the most dexterious elve or man. Carefully, Kafkalina sorted out her supplies for what would be launched over into the ash trees on the opposite bank, and what would be needed to simply cross. With a light heave over the shoulder, the ent was able to rest her bag in the crown of a few young ash trees on the other side. Humm, sorry if that disturbed you my young ones, but I am afraid I must cross this bloated river. Ha rum, see you soon. With that, the ent carefully began to cross the river. The bottom was rather unstable, and seemed to be washed out of rocks with the rain and the river's current. When she reached half way, she found the surprise in store, not only was it a rip in the current, but the riverbottom was nothing but mud and tangled weeds. Soon Kafkalina with a great splash, was floating down river. Garh ro toom! Not again... Amazingly, the ent didn't travel very fast, but the large rocks jutting out of the river's surface were in part to this, and rather painful. Quickly, the ent summoned up old knowledge from her mind, and to check what supplies she had decided to keep. Let's see, well, I didn't carry much. My pole of course, I had to throw that over on the other bank... Hmmm, well, I have a woven container of ent-draught, which is utterly useless now, I'm floating in water! Oh, rah ro tum! Could I have brought anything useful?! Combing her upper branches in frustration and thought, she felt something that definately was not her own leaves. She pulled from her branches her long, strong rope of willow leaves and stems. With enough in hand, she spotted some cousins of hers, a few strong oak trees standing near where a rock poked into the side of the river. With the right length of rope, she could grapple onto a few of them and climb safely onto the bank. Waiting with percision, Kafkalina flung the rope at the right moment, and thanks to the rope's ability to tangle easily to anything, she was secure. Carefully, and patiently, the ent pulled herself until she felt the side of the bank where she was able to crawl over. Dismantling her tangle of rope, she quicky thanked the oaks and ran back up stream. Her things were still there, all in their bag, except the bag was now hanging by a branch out in her direction. Ho humm, you young ashes are always so coy. Thank you, but I must be on my way, once I finish making my ent-draught. I guess I could give you some of it as well, humm. Carefully taking the bag while giving the ash trees a good looking over, Kafkalina refilled all of her empty ent draught supplies. The rain began to subside, and now was a light mist as the sun began to slowly break beyond some clouds. Giving the trees nearby a good look again, the ent carefully distributed a slight amount of her supply. The trees only moved slightly, and would seem to hum in approval. No, no! No more, you've had your share, all of you. I can only wish you the best and to keep your wits about you. Now farewell, tra lo lum. With that Kafkalina gathered her things and left walking towards the west, and the northern ends of the Misty Mountains. She had crossed them before to get to Rhun, she knew she could do it again, but with carefull consideration for what was to come.