From: mozart@coos.dartmouth.edu (Sting)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Re: Rowan [pub]: to those at her table
Message-ID: <1992Jun14.164320.6345@dartvax.dartmouth.edu>
Date: 14 Jun 92 16:43:20 GMT
References: <708375516@globe05.cs.duke.edu> <1992Jun12.210949.29206@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu>

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>She then turns back to Cragin, but whatever she believes she saw before
>seems to be gone.  Realizing that she might seem to be staring, she
>clears her throat.  "Do you....know -The Moon's Relection-?" she asks
>him, gathering her wits to play.

>At that point, Khisanth offers to buy drinks for the table.  Rowan
>glances quickly at her.  "No, I have one, thank you."  And sure enough,
>there is a half full glass before her which she has been nursing for
>some time.  She turns back to Cragin.

Cragin smiles and nods.  "I learned it many years ago, from my harp master,"
he says.  

There is a mischievous glint in his eyes, but he doesn't quite meet Rowan's
gaze, instead choosing to begin playing the song, with deft competence.
He lets the warm tones of the lute settle into the background and waits
patiently for Rowan to sing...

-C
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