autumnleaves
Traveler of Middle-Earth
Wandering Wizard
"Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later." Mary Bly
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Post by autumnleaves on Sept 14, 2002 4:19:14 GMT -5
*Silently leads two horses, Blizzard(hers)and Midnight(swift_falcon's)to the river. As both of them drink the cool water, she picks up a stick and starts to draw pictures in the water. After they have had enough, she leads the horses back to the stable...*
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Post by Imrel on Dec 22, 2002 1:28:09 GMT -5
*Imrel ambles along the bank, free of her usual burdens and carrying only a small wooden whistle, about a handspan long, whittled by her father. She has even forsaken her usual red attire and is dressed in a simple grey vest and short breeches. Sits at a point where the river weaves calmly around a smooth rock, and dips her bare feet in the water.
*Lets the water wash over her legs up to her knees, and leans back on her elbows for a moment or so, comtemplating. Sits up again sharply, takes up the flute, and places it to her lips. Blows into the instrument experimentally, producing a hollow but whole sound of medium pitch that is quite pleasing to the ears. Smiles a little, satisfied, then tries the same note a bit louder. Moves her fingers to the small holes dotting the wooden tube, experimenting with the different notes and clearly enjoying herself.*
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