Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: gujn@uniwa.uwa.edu.au (Jeremy Nelson)
Subject: Zia: [Wandering Town]  Rambling.
Message-ID: <1992Jul3.162025.21071@uniwa.uwa.edu.au>
Date: Fri, 3 Jul 1992 16:20:25 GMT

ADMIN:  I'm sort of waiting around for a little while, and I'd like
        to keep Zia active... so a lot of the coming posts will not
        be related to much at all.  So don't feel obligated to read
        them.... (not necessary to stay current with anything).
        If any one wants a stray Zia though... E-mail please!

Zia walks away from the inn, and toward the docks, a short five minute
walk away.  The wind is brisk, but the sun is bright.  Despite that it
is chilly...

Now on her own, Zia's perpetual grin fades and she looks tired.  Her
curiously cut, waist length hair whips around in the wind so much that
she is driven to clutch it in her hands...

The dock crowds are a little sullen, and the mood is one of impatience.
The brisk pace of trading is made even more brisk by a general urge to
be somewhere else.

Looking out across the bay, the winds whip up little white caps, and
waves drive into one of the long jetties, erected to encourage trade.
Weather worn and bristled sailors hurry up and and down the jetty every
now and then, but otherwise the jetty is abandonded.  The hustle of the
city is drounded by slapping water and the white hush of waves.

Zia walks down to the sand, a little stretch of beach covered at high
tide.  She lies down on the slightly dirty look land... now bootless
feet and the bottom of dress at the very end of the reach of the lapping
ocean.  Despite the chill she lies there for along time, only coughing
occasionally.


It is much later that Zia sits up and walks off.   The only signs that she
has been there are a little pair of boots, and a bright red blood spot.

But even that is covered in time.
-- 
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.