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[WeaversFiction] Digest Number 977

by "treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED] " <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED] > Apr 19, 2005 at 10:12 AM

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      1. Re: [DL-W] Well Met
           From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
   Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2005 21:21:13 -0500
   From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: Re: [DL-W] Well Met

Day 16
Noon
The Gardens


> Platters of cooked meat and a sliced cheese were passed around the
> tables, followed by some hearty bread.  Fruit bowls were passed next.
> Tankards of ale or goblets of wine were served, and casks were set up
> near the path that was the entrance onto the lawn so individuals
could
> refill their drinks without disturbing the enjoyment of those
listening
> to the music.
>
> Analise felt a trickle of sweat slide down between her breasts.  She
> looked around and loosened the neck of her gown a little.  The head
bard
> began to wonder if perhaps the burgundy velvet dress wasn't the
wisest
> of choices to wear for a mid-day performance.

"I used to play," said a voice behind her. Even before Analise
turned around, she recognized both the voice and its owner.
The trickling sweat suddenly turned cold on her skin.

Ash'chenon was dressed in military fa****on, as usual, but
the cut of his clothes suggested a dress uniform. Black pants,
black boots with a mirror ****ne upon them, a short black
jacket, and a silvery white tunic underneath; his belt s****ted
a silver buckle, among other silver trim on his person. For
once, he appeared to be unarmed, though there was still
an air of danger and violence around him.

"As with most things, you lose it through lack of practice,"
he said. "I harped in the Wastes for years, when the only
listener was myself and my dragon. I suppose you could say
the audience was... biased."

[tag- Arlene]

Summary: Ash appears at the luncheon, dressed formally
and apparently unarmed, and strikes up a conversation with
Analise.

Respectfully submitted by:
Allen Veazey
Ash'chenon/Wyndamenth


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