Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: gujn@uniwa.uwa.edu.au (Jeremy Nelson)
Subject: Zia,younger: [Inn] Inn and a boat..
Message-ID: <1992Aug1.163434.15790@uniwa.uwa.edu.au>
Date: Sat, 1 Aug 1992 16:34:34 GMT

Deeper memories stir, memories emerge and like a weather vane in a
storm, the mind of the 11 year old Zia is lost in a confusion of
impressions...

Here standing arms outstretched, eyes closed, as around here moves...
something, not air but tangible in the same way.. streaming past deep
with meaning as if... with a little more application.. with a little
longer, something would come of it, as if...

And she wakes.  Sweating and chilled , disoriented.  The room about here
is neat, clean, normal.  Outside the day is as normal as any in
Generica.


She knows what to do in a case such as this.  For even as the memory of
her memries drains away she calms.  She is a thread in fate, and fate
will do with her as it will.  The trick is to make it as easy for fate
to do as possible.

--

...and this time fate wants some minor theft.

Zia finds herself back at the Dragons Inn.  Despite her reluctance to
return there is unquestionably something there that needs doing...

She chose a random path, and found herself out the back of the Inn.

She departed, aimlessly walking, and found she had looped back to the
Inn... not one to need the obvious pointed out, she went in.  Her
reluctance is relieved when she finds that the Inn ispartially emptied,
outside some magic has lured out some of the denizens... including
perhaps, Kadrys.  Which is just as well.  For Zia the younger finds
herself reluctant to think of Him.

Moving gently through the inn Zia finds herself lured to a corner table,
smelling of clay... and on the table a boat heaving in blue tossing
waves...

She blinks.  Memories stir, but none surface.

One thing becomes evident.  this is what she is meant to take.  Briefly
she appeals to the higher entities, but she expects no reply, and gets
none.

With a small sigh she performs the theft in a straight forward manner.

She takes the statue in a manner which looks like she is meant to be,
and makes a motion like leaving some thing behind.

Then leaves.

Easy theft is easy.


Later she looks at the statue and wonders why in Gods name she is meant
to have it.  Life isn't easy when you are only 11.
-- 
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.