Aslan's How

Rosy leaned back on her elbows stretching her feet towards the fire and turned her face up towards Thilayn "You have no need to worry Thilayn. There is no danger in this place.War and strife may not touch it for it is protected. Even enemies may sit face to face here and talk of better times. Please sit and do not concern yourself with troubles. The night is still young and we have many hours to pass.
Surely someone must have tale they wish to relate?"
 
Gray nodded in agreement. "There is no adventure in this place; we come here for rest, for thought and even for company. Perhaps there are many great deeds still to be done in the world beyond Aslan's How, but while we are here, let us take a small respite from them..." Gray sighed "I can think of no tale to tell at the moment, please, doesn't someone have a song, or such to bring merriment to the company?"
 
Rosy turned to her bag - travel worn and full of holes and pulled out a battered wooden flute- " If any one wishes to sing I could provide an accompaniment?"

She blew into the flute, her cheeks puffing out with strain of little practice, and an old leaf flew out of the end, making a ffhweee sound.
 
Thilyan laughed and sat back down on the soft grass, watching the old leaf crackle as it landed in the fire. "Too weary am I to jouney at this late hour. And, upon reflection, nor am I too willing to travel again so soon. Indeed I can do with a little music, though I only know of folk tunes unbefitting of such company. Arethel, your voice is sweet. Perhaps you could charm away our anxieties to journey."
 
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Sorry; had to make it in a hurry, didn't have time to rhyme it.

"You flatter me; yet - if Rosy is willing...


Long, long ago,
In this great land
The trees danced and the birds sang.

Fair was the Queen
Of our fair land;
Yet all lovelyness must pass away.

For when the strange,
Protecting tree
Lingering o'er many years

At length its great
And weighty boughs
No more could hold aloft,

Evil then o'er-took the land;
The Sorceress our kind had brought
Now had returned - to reign.

But in that bitter hour
A hope unlooked for came;
The Son of the Emporer over-sea.

He called across the worlds
The four great Kings and Queens
And he himself destroyed the vile Witch.

The royal four he crowned
And great was their reign;
The Golden Age of Narnia."

She leaned back, saying "It has not the beauty of the great lay's, but 'twas all I could recall."
 
That's ok...I like it better when they don't rhyme. ;)

"Wonderful..' said Gray in a soft breath. "I used to hear such songs long ago, when I was young. It is soothing to hear them again, and I thank you for it."
 
"Arethel, your voice has a beauty no instrument could match, and the words are wonderful indeed! As with gray I heard songs such as this when I was younger, although I also heard many a bawdy sea shanty, perhaps if I can remember one a little later I will attempt to entertain you all with it!"
 
sorry Dernhelm to push all that onto you!

"That was beautiful Arethel! Indeed, such a melancholic melody and a beautiful voice is bound to leave me even more weary than before." Thilayn said, stretching in the grass. She glanced at her horse, already asleep is the shadows. "Dark is the hour." She mildly commented.
 
Hi... love your signature, Ithilien

Sutae smiled at the phenomonal voice of the singer and allowed her loyal Mercenar to help her up. "That was beautiful, Arethel, absolutely amazing. I've never known anyone to do better!" Still smiling she leaned against her guardian contentedly her head resting on his shoulder, "This is such a beautiful place. I would love to stay here forever, but I know such luxurious dreams cannot come true."

Mercenar stood rigidly, his form erect and unmoving. He seemed not to notice Sutae's presence, looking as if he was in a different world, dark eyes penetrating the limitations of one's imagination.

"Mercenar?" Sutae looked up at him suddenly, her quiet voice barely audible. His flashed back into focus as he averted them from the ceiling and at her, "Isn't this place just beautiful?"

Mercenar hesitated for a moment, but then nodded reluctantly.

Sutae sighed as she took on the task of supporting herself and stood nearly as erect as Mercenar, "I would be delighted to become more acquainted with you all," she glanced around the room smiling, "It is a rare pleasure to be in your company."
 
I don't mind, I just don't like to make you read it ;-)

Relaxing in her place near the fire, she asked, "Has anyone else a song, or story, to tell? I think Sutae has not heard our stories."
 
Introducing.... my character! Ahem... lol. :D

A quiet, shy woman had been sitting a little ways from the group but still fairly near to the fire, listening to the beautiful song. She stood and crept nearer to the group. Her black hair glistened in the firelight and her black eyes were alight with the beauty of the song she'd just heard. She wore a dark blue cloak, faded and tattered from much wear. Her sandals were worn and her face dusty. Yet she still managed to look beautiful. She was tall, thin and graceful, with beautiful white skin that had an eerie greenish glow to it in the firelight. Her delicately arched eyebrows and beautifully shaped lips gave her face a sweet tone to it, with a sharp nose that seemed quite out of place on it.
 
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Rosy had begun to doze with the heat of the fire and lilt of the song, but something awoke her.
She eased herself slowly up to a sitting position and turned her head from side to side as half looking for someone. Her head suddenly turned to the left and an eyebrown raised." I beleive someone is watching us?" She struggled to her feet, at the same time picking up her dark green mottled cloak to wrap around herself.
Pushing back her hair over her ears she called out "Who loiters around our fire? Be not afraid friend- come and join us!"
As she uttered the last of these few words she saw a tall feminine figure glide from the surrounding woods.
 
Thilayn squinted into the darkness beyond the fire. "Come join us, fair friend." Thilayn shifted in the grass, making room for the newcomer.
 
She (NAME?!?!) jumped to her feet, startled, by the woman's voice. She looked around at them warily, but the temptation of the bright, crackling fire on this misty night proved too much for her danger instincts. She crept forward and sat down inbetween the woman who had spoken to her, and someone else. She made sure there was plenty of room between them.

LOL, I know my character seems a little wierd. I like weird people. :p :D
 
Did you want us to suggest names ::unsure::?

Arethel stared at the newcomer. "Elfborn! Are you..." She stopped, wondering if it was wise to reveal her friend's true name, espesially if she was mistaken.
Speaking again, more carefuly, "Do you know of me? You seem to me strangly familiar."
She sat still, waiting for the Lady to speak.
 
Morwen's head jerked up. Why was that name familiar? And how had the person known to call her Elfborn, her nickname that only special friends and family knew? "Arethel? Is that you?" Elfborn leaped to her feet with great agility. She peered through the mist at the figure in front of her.
 
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Arethel smiled, "It was you! I was afraid, for a moment... Anyway, you must come and sit nearer the fire! You look so cold." She led Morwen to a place closer to the fire.
 
I'm putting my RPGing on hold until I figure out who my character is and where she comes from, etc. etc. Then I will get back to you, Dernhelm, so we can figure out how these two people know each other.
For now, just know this: Her name has been changed. It is not Morwen OR Elfborn any more. It is Terpsichore, after the Greek Muse of Dance. :) I will find a nickname for her, don't worry.
 
Thilayn glanced at the pair, chatting amicably between themselves. "Arethel!" she interrupted, "you have not yet introduced your good companion!"
 
Rosy had begun to doze in the warmth of the fire, and her head jerked up from it's resting place on her chest. Throught her bleary eyes she looked toward Thilayn, and trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep croaked " huh? who? what- sorry, I've been asleep. Did you mean me?"
 
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