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Date Posted: 21:44:35 01/21/03 Tue
A ripple, a shimmering irridecsent glitter of water. A pebble thrown into the pond. The ripples moved slowly toward the shore or the pond, lapping against the small reeds and the thick mud.
A cloaked figure stood by watching this chain reaction. Clad in a pearly purple robe, the face under the hood remained unseen. Another pebble was thrown, set at an angle to strike the water and skip across...one....two....three times before sinking, leaving behind it three seperate coils of ripples on the surface of the water.
It too was watched as though fascinating. In the relationship to life, each pebble was no more than a person, and the pond was the life they were living. The pebble's size didn't matter, even a tiny one made ripples that expanded over the entire surface of the water.
The pond was merely the representation, and the pebble was the visual aide.
A gloved hand revealed itself from the folds of fabric. Held within the fingers a small crystal bipyramid, no bigger than inch, and only half an inch wide. It sparkled with an inner light, as though a small star was captured within its glossy boundries. It was rotated between gloved fingers, examined over by hidden eyes.
The figure moved, the fabric of the cloak parting down the front to show white lined in green at the hem. Was it a robe....was it a dress....it couldn't be determined. It stopped at the very lip of the pond.
The gem was held up again, catching the light of the sun and reflecting the light off in white rays to the barer's face. Pale skin and bright eyes of gray, and a single strand of ashen hair.
Amin utu lle seere.
Kyerm illeni nio istim a lle.
Gil' a vell ilmen.
Leuthil a coia.
Nimbly the fingers dropped the gem to the palm of the hand, and the hand drew back just slightly. The gem left the hand and sailed through the air, twinkling in the light of day. Then a small splash, and the gem disappeared under the red highlighted waters. Ripples traveled along the water's surface and lapped against the shore of the pond.
Silken opal folds of cloth moved again, this time away from the pond. There was a shimmering in the distance, like an aroura boriallus held within a globe of glass. Bleached peaks protuded on the skyline, and shone like the moon back on the ground.
There were visitors.
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