...Smile... -- Feasting Cavern

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Date Posted: 16:24:47 10/02/02 Wed
Author: .....
Subject: ...Smile...
In reply to: Lemeirta 's message, "Re: ---half-acceptance---" on 15:19:12 10/02/02 Wed

"He should be. And is, if he chooses to be." A lilting voice, tied to the cracked lips of an old woman, brimming with a comfortable smile and all, speaks out from her hiding place. She reveals a set of gleaming teeth while her grin broadens, stepping slowly into the lighter part of the cave.

"Excuse my poor entrance, child. I seek nothing to toil in your afairs, but I know of his hunter."

Breath, a sigh long ago lost its meaning, escapes her.

"I am a hermit. I have lived to see many things, and I live to leave now...but not before I deliver this." Softly drawing something from inside of her apron pocket, the elderly woman moves like a breeze to a space confirmably safe from the half-Rokor. She extends the item, meaningfully.

"He fights not for himself, Eohut Xavheah, nor does she for hers. In their minds, only a fool would sense discern. Now give this to your pursuer, for he will find you again soon."

She offers him the chain. A pause ensues, something like old pain enracking her face. "And I do not hold you responsible for my son's death. Listen to nothing Auron may say..."

The item is a gold-plated talon, and a single eagle's feather twitching in the cavern breeze. The hermit straightens, letting the object clatter onto the rocky floor. Bowing slightly, she quickly turns to leave, robes flowing behind her like silk. She disappears through the cavern entrance, more agile than expected for an entity of her age...

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Replies:

---sudden--- -- Eohut, 16:59:34 10/02/02 Wed
- >>^sigh^<< -- Lemeirta, 18:15:07 10/02/02 Wed
  - ...Watching... -- Tiny, 18:53:16 10/04/02 Fri
    - ~!@#$%^&*()_+ -- Eohut, 07:41:52 10/05/02 Sat
      - ...Wary... -- Tiny, 18:31:32 10/06/02 Sun
        ---sigh--- -- Tiny, 19:12:43 10/06/02 Sun