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Gwen/Evan/Jeff/Angie
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Date Posted: 20:09:04 02/01/03 Sat
In reply to:
Alexis/Monet/Rio
's message, "Re: Morning" on 07:12:50 01/31/03 Fri
Gwenneveire scented the wind thoughtfully. ::Adventurous it would be, certainly,:: she said at last. ::And dangerous. But for all they seem to want to traverse the mountains, at the present they are only headed in that direction. We should not worry ourseves overmuch until the problem is at hand. Let them stand at the foot of the Hedrons-- the F.orbidden Mountains-- and look up the steep, jagged slopes and snow-buried peaks that have not been passed for an age...let them see this, and perhaps they will decide of their own accord to keep their distance from legend.::
She smiled cheerily at Monet and Rio. ::Tell your warrior not to concern himself for the moment,:: she advised the wolf. ::There is space and time between us and the mountains, plenty to cool the fire of adventure in our young charges.::
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Evan listened with the utmost fascination to the voice of the strange female. She was quite rational and cautious, and while that was to be respected, there was nothing that made Evan want more to be irrational and rash than a rational and cautious person. He lifted his noble head, and his keen eyes pierced the hazy distance to the mountains. He had never heard the proper name of the F.orbidden Mountains, but the name Hedrons had a ring of foreboding to it that fit perfectly with the imposing appearance of the range. Yes, dangerous, certainly...but what was adventure without danger?
Evan smiled and returned his attention to the three humans below, curious as to what they would decide.
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Jeff listened to Alexis's heartfelt speech with some surprise, then straightened and looked at the mountains again. If he was to be perfectly honest with himself, he felt that he had had quite enough of fantasy creatures, of tales and myths springing to life before his eyes. He looked at Alexis, quite prepared to tell her just this, but something in her expression made him stop. Her ice-blue eyes were shining, and everything about her spoke of pleading anticipation. Her passionate words rang in his head: I want to see what is true and what is fake. I really want to see a unicorn. Please, Jeff.
It was those last two words that got to him. She spoke as though it was really up to him, and while it frightened him a bit he had to admit that it felt nice to be trusted, to be relied upon. All at once, he didn't feel quite so helpless as he had since he had left the walled city.
Angie, sitting on the bank of the stream, carefully selected one of a cluster of water-reeds beside her. These plants were long and flexible, and just what she needed to keep her dripping hair out of her face. She gathered the red mass into a thick, longish rope down her back, and wound the long reed about it until she could tie it fast at the bottom. The effect was a sad attempt at elegance, and for an instant a troubled shadow passed over the g.irl's impassive countenance. Bt it cleared quickly, and she stood, not bothering to brush the dirt from her already hopelessly dirty torn-off slacks.
"So what's the deal?" she asked, and glanced pointedly towards the mountains. "Are we gonna go, or what? If you're thinking it's too dangerous, then you're forgetting that I crossed over three years ago. It can be done. The Hedrons aren't impassible-- they're called the F.orbidden Mountains, the Hills of Shadow, but it's not so bad. Honestly, we could do it."
When Jeff still hesitated, she scowled. "Oh, come on! Look, they don't really go on forever, alright? I've been to their southernmost reaches, where they dwindle away into bumps you couldn't stub a toe on. There is a point, far away to the south, where there is no boundary between this world and that. I've been there. I've been all over the far side, boy." She smiled eagerly at Alexis ((ignoring the annoyed frown of Jeff, who didn't like being referred to as 'boy' by a g.irl three years younger than he)). "I've seen the unicorns," she whispered, eyes gleaming, "running through the Forest of Mist alone, silent as a shadow and brighter than the moon. I've seen the pegasus herds soar over the plains where the sun throws a thousand different colors from their coats." She stopped then, because Alexis looked as though she was about to cry for happiness, and that was all she could take for the moment. Both g.irls looked expectantly at Jeff.
Jeffrey sighed. The seemed so sure of herself, so annoyingly confident and conspiratorial... He was growing tired of her fantastic descriptions, her smug security in knowing so much more than either of her companions. But in the end, what else could he do, with Alexis practically begging him with tears of joy brimming in her eyes?
"Alright," he said, with a shrug. "To fantasy land it is. But you'd better have your stories straight," he warned Angie playfully.
"You just wait," the g.irl told him happily, folding her arms. "It's better than I could tell it."
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