| Original Message |
Raven
Posted Apr 19, 2000 1:34 PM
*She's searched long and hard, and still no sign of that which she seeks; a friend, perhaps...by now, maybe more or maybe less*
*She didn't know and she didn't rightfully care, he was simply the last link to that which she knew, and she could feel him near; yet the trail ended here, cut short like a thread under the shears*
*As a final, rather hopeless gesture...and to John's eyes, a desperate cry...she writes a note and begs the innkeeper to allow her stay, in return she will do scullery work in the kitchens to pay off her quickly growing debt to the establishment*
*The note reads thusly:*
To any of the Halls of Elisair Deltain that reside here, I bid you good tidings;
My only wish were that such would befall me. Through much trial and tribulation have I come to these floors, this hovel, this shack. Searching for you and yours. This land is cruel to me, and these people strange to our ways. I seak your guidance, and your shelter.
To all that is good in you, descendants of the Father, hear my cry and take me under thy Wing.
I beg you...
*It is signed only this:*
Raven
*she waits, hopeless now, and fearing the worst though the fears have become so weighty as to threaten to batter into the apathy she dreads*
|
|