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1. [DL-W] Some People are Just Crazier then Others
From: Joshua Sample <jsample9685@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Date: Thu, 6 Oct 2005 15:17:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joshua Sample <jsample9685@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-W] Some People are Just Crazier then Others
Day 19- Morning
Matt rolled over on his cot and sighed. He yawned once, then sat up
with a slight groan. The performance before had taken it's toll on his
body, and it groaned and creaked in new places all the time. He threw
the covers off and swung his legs over, ****vering once in the cool
morning air drifting in through the cracked tent cover. He pulled on
his breeches and slipped the sandals on, then grabbed a ****rt and
ragged towel and slipped out of the tent without a sound. The sun had
not quite cleared the rim of the shallow valley the warren lay in, so
it was easy to slip from shadow to shadow on his way out of the camp
site.
With the towel thrown over one shoulder, Matt hummed slightly to
himself as he strolled along. There were a few people up, traders and
craftsmen heading for their shops, and some nodded to him. He smiled
back at some, but more involved with stretching his arms and back to
loosen the joints and muscles.
He paused when he started crossing a large bridge that spanned the
river, moving to the edge and peering down at the river. It was noisy
and frothed over the few rocks found at this point, but was still
crystal clear. He considered for a moment, then shook his head.
Planting one hand on the railing, he vaulted off the bridge and landed
with a splat on the shore of the river. He began to walk downriver,
all the while humming slightly to himself, his simple, homespun
clothing flapping in the air off the ru****ng river.
After a few minutes of walking, he came to the local swimming hole and
stopped at the edge. it was about fifty paces from shore to shore, and
a bit deep in the middle, but not really what he was looking for.
Suddenly his ears caught a faint roaring sound, and he turned his head
until he found the source. At the far end of the small lake, where the
river continued through and emptied out, a tall plume of spray could be
seen rising, heralding the existence of a waterfall. He trotted over
to the edge and peered over, unafraid of the many dozens of feet
between him and the surface of the roiling lake at the bottom of the
falls.
First the shoes, then the pants and ****rt came off, and he stood at the
edge in nothing but his underpants. He stood ramrod straight, his eyes
closed and head thrown back. He was still as stone, his body
glistening from the spray of the falls. The sun creeped inch by inch
up the other side of the hills ringing the valley, until finally it
exploded over the edge and into the valley like a flood. As the sun
hit him, Matt gave out a loud, mindless cry and dove. Faster and
faster he dropped, his lean body arrowing through the air. At the last
second, he smoothly flipped and hit the water feet first, his feet
pointed and his body stiff and straight perpendicular to the water.
There was a tall splash, and a few seconds later he bobbed to the
surface, his hair streaming water. He had traveled quite a distance
during his jump, and now he had to swim against the current. With
swift, strong strokes he swam back to the bottom of the falls. He
found a suitable spot and began to climb, moving up the wall parallel
to the fall. He climbed for a few more minutes before reaching the
top, where he repeated the procedure and dived gracefully off the cliff
and entered the water feet first.
The second scaling of the cliff proved to be the last, as he slipped
quietly into the swimming lake at the top, relaxing in the quiet of the
morning. He moved to the center and flipped onto his back, staring at
the brightening sky. He floated for a long time, thinking back a few
weeks to the end of his stay in the Marketa jail system. He felt no
guilt at disabling several of the guards in his flight from the city,
but he felt bad for one young farmer who had been making his way into
the city to sell his crop and had been injured when a gate guard had
made a wild swipe at Matt as he ran by.
Over the reverie of his past, Matt realized something was going on. He
looked up at the far shore, the one closer to the warren. People were
running back and forth, and several dragons were converging on one
spot. There were so many people know that he could not see what was
going on, so he swam towards his clothing and climbed out. He quickly
dried off and put his pants and sandals back on, leaving his ****rt
thrown over one shoulder so he could warm in the morning sun. He
strode quickly across what the warren folk called the landing green,
dodging around children sprinting past.
As he got closer, he began to hear a faint murmur in the back of his
mind, too faint for him to make out what it was saying. The closer he
got to the crowd of people and dragons, the stronger the voice seemed
to get, though it was never strong enough for him to make out the
words. Finally, he had to stop lest he walk over the people already
pressed around what seemed to be a huge, sand-filled cave. Matt craned
his head this way and that, but still could not get a good look.
Spying a small boulder sticking out of the ground a few feet away, he
eased his way through the crowd and jumped up.
>From his new vantage point, Matt could see one dragon hovering over a
cluster of multi-colored rocks. The sand around this cluster seemed
oddly ****ny, and Matt realized that some of the sand was melted into
beads of glass. The sand was steaming in the chill air, Matt almost
jumped when one of the rocks gave a sharp wobble. It tipped over and
rolled down a small slope, coming to a rest a few feet away. The
dragon hovering nearby lowered it's head to move the egg back in the
nest, but froze when a loud crack shot through the air. The large
crowd suddenly went silent, the only sound the noise of the egg as it
cracked farther open. Finally, a piece fell off, and a ****ny black
wing stretched out, still wet from the embryonic fluid. The baby gave
one final push and broke the egg fully, spilling out on the sand like a
pool of oil.
Suddenly a young girl began to shove her way through the crowd, and
shortly a path seemed to melt through the people. No one seemed too
surprised, and many smiled. The girl ran out and fell to the sand next
to the baby dragon, and she reached out and gently picked it up.
Placing it on her lap, she began to clean the baby off with a cloth she
had pulled from her pocket.
"Well, glad to see she finally got her wish." came a voice from Matt's
left. He turned and looked at an old man with a cane. The years
showed in the lined face, but the crystal blue eyes were clear and
sharp.
"What do mean?" Matt asked. The man turned to look at him, faint
surprise on his face.
"What, you telling me you don't know? That girl, she just got joined.
Happens most of the time with dragons born in Warrens, big thing too.
Most of the time they find a human they like in the crowd, and if they
can get that human to come forth, they join."
This confused Matt, who slid down off the rock and moved to stand next
to the old man. "What do you mean, join?"
"Well, it's hard to explain to unjoined. Just imagine that you are
born with only half a soul. Now, imagine that there is some dragon out
there who just happens to have the other half. When the two of you
meet, bam, one soul. That's joining. Most people don't get to
experience it, so most never know what they are missing."
"Interesting...." Matt said, unconvinced. To him, the story sounded
like a fairy tale. He smiled tolerantly however and nodded, then
turned back to cast one more look at the cluster of eggs. With a roll
of his eyes he turned, easing his way back through the crowd in the
direction of the circus tents.
Tag- No one really, just some character development. Feel free to
comment.
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Summary- Matt goes for a swim and some mildly dangerous dives off the
waterfall. He is then interested in something that is going on and
attracting the attention of what seems to be everyone in the warren.
He watches one birth and has the whole process of joining explained to
him, but it seems little better then the ramblings of a crazy old man.
Respectfully Submitted by-
Josh Sample
aka
Matt
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Date: 6 Oct 2005 23:50:49 -0000
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