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piosenniel · 12-11-2002, 02:25 AM

The Elf felt a little defenseless, dressed as she was. She had opted to look her most harmless to enter the city of the Ship Kings, and she felt ill at ease. No leggings for ease of movement, tucked into high boots concealing her favorite throwing knives. No loose tunic pulled snug about her waist with a twice looped belt holding other blades. No sword weighing comfortably against her hip.

Instead, she looked every inch the Lady and wife to a Man of Gondor. Long flowing dress, a discrete blue, just tight enough about the bodice and waist to give a hint of her condition. Soft leather shoes and blue stockings. And all covered with a dark blue cloak. Her only adornment her wedding band, and a small knife in a silver sheath, hung from a silver chain about her hips. ‘No wonder,’ she thought to herself as she walked beside Mithadan, ‘that women often resorted to more subtle and nefarious ways of arming themselves.’

A small dark striped cat darted out from behind a stack of crates, and wound its way about her legs almost tripping her. Mithadan steadied her at the elbow, and wondered at her as she laughed at the scurrying feline. ‘If we see nine more of them,’ she said grinning at him, ‘I shall think the wraith of Queen Berúthiel still sits in the palace sending them out to collect information. Perhaps, even, now that tabby is telling her there are three entering the city who do not smell quite right.’

Mithadan raised his eyebrows at the comment, as did Bird. Pio drew her hood up and pulled her features into some semblance of seriousness and walked on between them.

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12-11-2002, 02:25 AM	#456
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	The Elf felt a little defenseless, dressed as she was. She had opted to look her most harmless to enter the city of the Ship Kings, and she felt ill at ease. No leggings for ease of movement, tucked into high boots concealing her favorite throwing knives. No loose tunic pulled snug about her waist with a twice looped belt holding other blades. No sword weighing comfortably against her hip. Instead, she looked every inch the Lady and wife to a Man of Gondor. Long flowing dress, a discrete blue, just tight enough about the bodice and waist to give a hint of her condition. Soft leather shoes and blue stockings. And all covered with a dark blue cloak. Her only adornment her wedding band, and a small knife in a silver sheath, hung from a silver chain about her hips. ‘No wonder,’ she thought to herself as she walked beside Mithadan, ‘that women often resorted to more subtle and nefarious ways of arming themselves.’ A small dark striped cat darted out from behind a stack of crates, and wound its way about her legs almost tripping her. Mithadan steadied her at the elbow, and wondered at her as she laughed at the scurrying feline. ‘If we see nine more of them,’ she said grinning at him, ‘I shall think the wraith of Queen Berúthiel still sits in the palace sending them out to collect information. Perhaps, even, now that tabby is telling her there are three entering the city who do not smell quite right.’ Mithadan raised his eyebrows at the comment, as did Bird. Pio drew her hood up and pulled her features into some semblance of seriousness and walked on between them. [ December 11, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.