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piosenniel · 09-20-2004, 12:51 PM

Rôg walked between the two boulders that served to anchor the rope life lines. He pulled off his gloves, suffering his hands to become quite chilled as he ran his fingers over the knots. He was no expert on them, but the knots seemed solid and well tied. And there was no slippage of them as he gave a firm tug on the rope stretched out from them.

One hand on the line, he followed it out to where the search parties had gone out onto the bay’s ice, being careful not to step any further himself. To be quite honest, the ice scared the wits from him. It was as treacherous, he thought, as the shifting sands from his own home land, but more so, really, since he was totally unfamiliar with its ways. He looked out to where Luindal was inching along, afraid for his friend who probably knew the ice hardly better than he.

Rôg pulled his gloves back on and retreated to the safety of the boulders. He stood stamping about on the snowy ground, sure he could feel the numbing cold catching hold of his toes despite the thickness of his boots and the several pairs of socks he wore. He peeked around the face of the boulder to where the three Lossoth stood. Alaahseey, Hilde, and Freyn seemed to have a handle on watching the ropes and the searchers. Perhaps he could just dart back to where he’d lain his little supply pack. Those knee high foot warmers Bear had given him, made from the supple, cured skin of a white bay bear, were stuffed in one of the side pockets. He’d just fetch them quickly and be back in a trice, he reasoned, before anything happened. Not that it will! he said hastily, his fingers crossing as best they could in the thick gloves to avert any bad luck . . .

09-20-2004, 12:51 PM	#13
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Rôg walked between the two boulders that served to anchor the rope life lines. He pulled off his gloves, suffering his hands to become quite chilled as he ran his fingers over the knots. He was no expert on them, but the knots seemed solid and well tied. And there was no slippage of them as he gave a firm tug on the rope stretched out from them. One hand on the line, he followed it out to where the search parties had gone out onto the bay’s ice, being careful not to step any further himself. To be quite honest, the ice scared the wits from him. It was as treacherous, he thought, as the shifting sands from his own home land, but more so, really, since he was totally unfamiliar with its ways. He looked out to where Luindal was inching along, afraid for his friend who probably knew the ice hardly better than he. Rôg pulled his gloves back on and retreated to the safety of the boulders. He stood stamping about on the snowy ground, sure he could feel the numbing cold catching hold of his toes despite the thickness of his boots and the several pairs of socks he wore. He peeked around the face of the boulder to where the three Lossoth stood. Alaahseey, Hilde, and Freyn seemed to have a handle on watching the ropes and the searchers. Perhaps he could just dart back to where he’d lain his little supply pack. Those knee high foot warmers Bear had given him, made from the supple, cured skin of a white bay bear, were stuffed in one of the side pockets. He’d just fetch them quickly and be back in a trice, he reasoned, before anything happened. Not that it will! he said hastily, his fingers crossing as best they could in the thick gloves to avert any bad luck . . .