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Date Posted: 15:26:00 06/14/02 Fri
Author: R�dia
Subject: { sportsmanship }

They were all chosen. Gone that was it. The first though-misrable failure. Dark clouds of sorrow dim the hope, the preperation. Impenatrable facade masks the finely chisled face. A lump rises in her throat. She swallows it. Tears threaten to spill over. She blinks them back with practised grace, feigning something in her eyes. Cheerful grin is plastered on her lips as she inclines her head in congratulations to the Bonded. Azure hollows then turn to those like her, reading their expressions.

Second thought-Come my brothers and sisters in sorrow, lets us wallow in grief. Then, a more practical-Get a hold of yourself, Ri. There will be other Bondings...didn't Mothers say once that it took her five Plenyt before she found Tsarvana. You didn't know your mother. Well then Father said that Mother said it. Oh go away.

With a last forced smile and wave of congratulations, she exits the weald with as much dignity as she can muster. Back through the deanse weave around the small vale. She locates the stream, still bubbling with mirth. Cross, she throws a stone at it. Ri, your being stupid. Try meditating. You, suggest meditation? Yes. It will make you less unreasonable. If you say so...

Legs fold underneath her as she assumes that favored positon. Hands rest lightly on knees, palms up. Lids shut on silver flecked eyes, thick lashes caressing bronzed cheeck. Lines ease around her face, shedding years and not looking her onescore and four, but just a young thing of sixteen.

You are the ocean and the river and the stream and the brook.

I am the ocean and the river and the stream and the brook. I am the eagle in the sky and the wild horse upon the plain. The wingbeats and the hoofbeats and the heartbeats are one and I am one with earth and sky and sea. I am...

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{ exhaunt } -- R�dia, 20:14:05 06/16/02 Sun
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