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Subject: The gardens Author: Rhylin [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 22:24:03 06/17/02 Mon The fiery leaves crackled under his leather shod feet as Rhylin picked his way carefully through the palace gardens. The day smelled fresh and inviting and the faery suppressed the urge to take to the sky and swoop through the golden rain of autumn foliage: It would not be seemly, he reminded himself grimly. It is unfair to fly before those who cannot. He smiled fleetingly at a gardener who was hoeing a flower bed. The man did not smile back as he returned to his his work. A bird hovered near him and Rhylin held out his hand for the small animal to land on. Gentally he carressed its downy mid-drift. "Shouldn't you have left by now?" he asked politly so as not to offend it "Autumn's almost over. All the food will be gone soon." The bird ruffled its feathers indignantly and the dark haired faery laughed. "Yes, I know you know what season it is. It was just a suggestion." The bird cheeped and flew off into a clear sky which was the same colour as her eyes Rhylin thought blissfully. Laeriel. If someone had asked him but five hours ago what would make him the happiest being ever he would have answered instantly: being near her. Now he knew the truth: Being with her. The faery moved quickly across the lawn towards their arranged meeting point. He was just meters away when he heard the scream. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]