From: alden@coos.dartmouth.edu (Laurie F. Alden)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Barmaid's Journal 10
Message-ID: <1992Jun26.121754.14888@dartvax.dartmouth.edu>
Date: 26 Jun 92 12:17:54 GMT

ADMIN: Serene's the Barmaid, available to take orders and bring drinks
in your own posts; real interactions are mine, mine, mine!  Please send
me the name of your favorite drink...

The Fog (not meaning to step on anyone's fun) pulls back: from the
dragon, swirling through its wings; from the fires, both magical and
holy.  Leaving His dew-blessing, He pulls back to the sea from whence he
came.

A Fog Dancer, exhausted and afterglowing, is left by the back shed.  She
is roused by sounds of the crowd, darts to the kitchen door, calling for
Mary to admit her.  She enters quickly, re-bolting the door behind her.
May has seen her this way before, but the riot makes her give her
barmaid a once-over for injuries.  "What were you doing out there?  Are
you all right to work, girl?"  Firmness in Mary's voice reminds Serene
that the danger is still present.

"Yes, ma'am.  We have to back up our folk!"  Pulling a leather thong
from her apron pocket, Serene gathers her unruly hair back into a
ponytail.  This small act gathers her wits, she straightens her
shoulders, and begins helping with the coffee, the food, the plain juice
which are brought by the platter and pitcher to those defending the Inn.
--
Ecclesiastes 3:8.5:  There is a time to fish and a time to cut bait.
lfa@dartmouth.edu