Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
From: aaron@loki (Aaron Humphrey)
Subject: [R] Mistletoe[Arcas]: Free At Last!
Message-ID: <1992Sep27.024154.1902@kakwa.ucs.ualberta.ca>
Date: Sun, 27 Sep 1992 02:41:54 GMT

Mistletoe waited until Pashar was just a spot on the horizon, just for the sake
of caution.  Then she tore off her veil and threw back her hood, revealing her
silver-grey hair.  "Ornigan, where's our stuff?  You did remember to bring it,
didn't you?"

Ornigan nodded.  "You think I'd forget that?  My spellbook is in there.  I'm
itching to get a look at it again.  I haven't had a chance to be alone with it
in months, ever since Juhlavi gifted it to Amaan."

"I'm surprised he gave it back.  I guess he decided to be magnanimous, since
he'd already copied all the spells he didn't already have.  Like that one with
the darts.  You picked that one up from that guy in Satosi.  The fat guy."

Ornigan nodded.  "Pelican.  Nice chap, that.  Actually, Amaan did do some
improvements on that spell.  You remember the side effects the first time I
cast it?  Amaan's gotten rid of those entirely.  Not that he's given me his
revised copy or anything.  He left it as an exercise to me."

"Anyway, I'm gonna go inside and change.  I've had it to here with these stupid
robes.  Where is it?"

"I just tossed the bag in our berth.  Don't open the spellbook--I think it's
still warded."

"You're so reassuring."  She went to their berth.  Bronwen was there, sleeping
the sleep of the dead.  No doubt she would, after the past few days.  I hope
she doesn't remember too much of that.  Her body should be getting rid of all
the stuff I was putting into it.  I hope she's not too mad at me.  She stroked
the woman's hair.  Then she latched the door and wriggled out of the slave's
robe and into a tunic and skirt.  God, this stuff is wrinkled so horribly.
I'll have to ask Ornigan if he has an Iron cantrip or something.  He probably
never bothered to learn it.  My hair's probably a mess, too.  She couldn't find
her brush, and wondered for a moment if she'd have to bother Jenever for one.
Then she found it, extricating it carefuly from under Ornigan's spellbook.
She brushed out her hair, using a small mirror and dim light from the
porthole.  Gods, but it was tangled.  She winced as the brush tugged at her
hair, but eventually it looked reasonable again.  Apart from needing a wash,
of course.  She wondered if they had decent baths on this ship.

Tying a ribbon in her hair, she decided she looked at least passable now and
re-emerged onto the deck.  She wondered who she should seek out.  Ornigan had
goe, probably to talk to Amaan, and would probably appreciate some privacy
with his spellbook later anyway.  She considered Jenever, but she was probably
esconced with Killian somewhere.  Interesting pair, that.  Shade was just too
weird for her.  Radan was okay, but she wasn't sure what his involvement with
Amaan was, and she wanted to stay clear just in case.  Hazy was also a bit
weird, if affable enough.  Which left Karl.  Okay.

Mistletoe went looking for Karl.

ADMIN: Dennis, email me and maybe we can get a conversation going...

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