Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: gujn@uniwa.uwa.edu.au (Jeremy Nelson)
Subject: Re: Kadrys tells Lancos his name, and welcomes Zia back to the Inn.
Message-ID: <1992Jun19.171202.17240@uniwa.uwa.edu.au>
References: <3379@sol.deakin.OZ.AU>
Date: Fri, 19 Jun 1992 17:12:02 GMT

[ Kadrys, Lancos, Zia ]

andrea@cm.deakin.OZ.AU (Andrea Todkill) writes:
>"Zia." he smiles, "A pleasure to see you again." He touches a strand of the
>long hair spilling over the table. "You've changed..." But his smile turns to a
>look of quiet concern. "How tired you look." he murmurs, wondering what could
>have happened to her, but forcing himself to let her rest awhile.

>He gestures towards the young man sitting across the table, also red-haired
>and dressed in dark green. Quite the contrast to his own drab and ordinary
>black-on-black. "Zia, this is Lancos. He kindly came over to keep me company
>when Constantine hurried out to get some more of those vile incense sticks..."

Zia sits up and bows her head politely toward Lancos, and sweeps her
hair back from her face at the same time.  She looks at Kadrys
expectantly and motions him for himto continue with his story.

While waiting and listening she looks around intently and periodically
adjusts the bamboo bracelet on her wrist (which was, before, on her
ankle) she seems a little distracted.  Eventually she jumps up and darts
over to the bar where she apparently orders by gestures.

She returns with a thin soup which she sips lightly while listening to
Kadrys.  Then, just as she finishes the soup the bracelet glows a light
bamboo green... and Zia jumps up, darts through the crowds of the
inn and disappears out the back door...!

Then the front door swings open and a the unruly head of the
younger-Zia pokes in, but only for a moment, as she scans the crowd,
looks disatisfied and dissappears again.  Outside it is dark.

The older Zia returns, looking innocent and seats herself again.  She
look at Lucas and Kadrys with a comforting smile on her face.

She peers at the now empty bowl in a slightly dissapointed manner then
settles down again head on arms.
 
-- 
Jem.  Jeremy Nelson.  gujn@uniwa.uwa.edu.au
I fear two things: 
That I am not one of the most interesting people in the world... and that I am.