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| Wynde | Sun Sep 19, 2004 5:14 am Post #1 |
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Wynde strode into the Inn with a smile on his face. His gambling had gone well at the tavern and he was hoping to perhaps earn a little more gold as a he played his flute tonight. The old bard onstage was just finishing his retelling of 'The Foolish King' and seemed to be in need of a respite. As the man descended the steps for a sip of water, Wynde approached him. "Good sir, may I take the stage for a time?" The bard smiled and a look of relief spread across his face. "Go ahead stranger. They may not let me leave the stage all night if you don't." Then with a look of gratitude, he sat down in a nearby chair and called over a young serving girl. Wynde turned and ascended the stage to a chorus of cheers. "Now let's see..." muttered Wynde as he chose a tune. He sat in a high-backed chair that he had pulled up from the back of the stage and preceded to play. Apparently the audience knew the song, as they began to sing; In fine winter weather one day, one day, A young girl away from her mum, Did spot a fine fellow asleep in the wood About him, the clothes of a prince. Though torn and soiled they were, They marked him the lost heir-apparent. And should his poor mother ever find out, She'd beat him with the might of a parent, a parent. Though Wynde had never heard these words to the song before, they seemed just as right to the tune as those he was accustomed to. There were still a few verses to go yet, so Wynde kept playing on through the night. |
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| Aeri | Mon Sep 20, 2004 4:40 am Post #2 |
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Aeri, who had performed earlier that night just before the bard who had told of the Foolish King, had decided to stay down in the common room and enjoy the stories, not only of the bard's, but those of the people around her, hearing about their lives and where they have been and what they had seen. Those were the greatest stories of them all. When the new performer took the stage, she turned her attention from the people at the bar to the singer. She was comfortably sat in the corner, with Cyrrus and Nymbus on her lap, curled up and not playful at the moment as they often were. It amazed Aeri how quickly the dragonlings were growing up. They seemed to have grown twice their normal size since she had found them. The graceful storm dragons dozed with their tails and claws intertwined as a tangle of wings, tails, and claws on their mistress's lap. |
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| Wynde | Sat Sep 25, 2004 3:40 am Post #3 |
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The light finally broke over the windowsill as morning arrived. Wynde groaned as his eyes were suddenly illuminated. He could not recall going to sleep last night, nor could he remember even hiring a room. "How curious," he stated. "How did I acquire a room? I hope I wasn't lured into paying too much." A knock sounded at the door. "Hold on a moment, please!" he called as he slipped his breeches on. "I'm coming!" He opened the door and met eyes with a lady. He could not be sure if he had seen her before. |
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