(And here I thought you had vanished off the face of the earth. Glad to know I was wrong.
)
<Sune>
Hippy cursed to herself mentally. The woman didn't know anything at
all. Ah well, she should've known better; Fearendil wasn't the informative type, but it had been worth a shot.
"Like I told you," she said curtly, "I used to work for Cor...I mean, Maglor, and I'm
quite certain that there's never been anything warm between us, although..." she turned away, her tone flippant and haughty, "...he might've thought there was."
She looked over at Sune, the time for pretenses past. "What was I doing earlier? One of your...
friends tried to interrupt our conversation. I obviously had to intervene."
She turned back around, looking Sune in the eye. "But our conversation is finished.
Awaken."
Sune's world gave another sudden lurch, as she found herself suddenly and inexplicably in the position of being slung across her horse, looking at the ground. The sound of her companions was near her.
<Sune awakens.>
Far away, long out of earshot and visual range, in another part of the villiage, another being awakened. "Come," the Necromanceress called, around her, "Come, Fearendil, into your death!"
A man in black clothes approached her and knelt. On his back were two large membranous draconic wings, which remained unmoving as he said, "Mistress Hippolyta, it is good to have you back with us. What is your command?"
"Come, Venidd. We have work to do," came the reply.
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=koneko@rpgww60462>Koneko</A] at: 9/2/03 7:19 pm