From: hilanse@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Wonko: And Athorbalo?
Message-ID: <1993Mar10.135300.6317@wkuvx1.bitnet>
Date: 10 Mar 93 13:53:00 CST

	Wonko munched on the stroganoff, smiling at Athorbalo, he knew
better than to have a warm tingly feeling inside right know, but he
couldn't help it. She wolfed down the food ravenously, not a very
dainty woman, Wonko thought and grinned. He reclined on the cot, and
inspected the wound on his forearm, the cut had not stopped bleeding
entirely. It didn't hurt much, but seeping blood is always annoying.
He stood to get a patch of muslin and a tie from his dilapidated pack
when she saw the wound she had inflicted. 
	She dropped her fork into the bowl and was about to get up
when Wonko almost shouted, "Stop!, just stay there, I'll take care of it, 
and don't apologize, it was only a misunderstanding."  She looked at
him, "I understand, you are afraid I'll do more damage." Wonko
replied, "No, it's just that I've always..." stammering " always
preferred dressing my own wounds.. old habit.. I just sorta...umm..
like to.." This reply earned him a lifted eyebrow from her, and he
shrugged, "I'm just weird,okay?" She nodded as he gathered his kit
from his pack and quickly dressed the wound, applying an herbal
antiseptic to the cut. "Should heal in a few hours, it wasn't that bad
of a wound", he said. He made a fist twice to ensure that the dressing 
wasn't too tight and sat back down on the cot. "Sorry about that, I've 
just always preferred doing just about everything for myself."
Athorbalo answered, "And you've always preferred helping others to
letting others help you, too."
	Wonko narrowed his eyes slightly, then relaxed, smiling, "You
already know me too well, milady, except that I only try to help
others, there are many times in the past that I have failed
miserably." "Please call me by my name, Wonko, and I know that you
have helped others before, I can see that in your eyes.", she smiled
back at him and drew closer. Wonko saw what was coming and kissed her
once on the lips, then he pulled away, she looked puzzled, but she
said nothing to him about it. Night had melted slowly into
dawn and Wonko realized that he had been running on nothing but
adrenaline. "I will take you back to the Inn," he said, but she
refused, "You are tired, and so am I, I will stay here for now." Wonko
shook his head, "Please? I will take you back to the Inn." There was
no arguing with her and Wonko stood, pulling his blanket from his pack
and giving it to her. "Good night," he said, and walked to the
opposite side of the fire, laying down with his back towards it,
facing the open fields. As he slept she lay down next to him and
covered them both with the blanket, they both had sweet dreams.

Viking In A Strange Land
(C)1993 WonkoPaedia

--Trust is supported on a fundamental structure of truth.
---Yes.
--You do not trust yourself?
---Yes.
--How is it possible, then, to lie to yourself?
---Yes.
--Ahhh..., Now I see.