Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Roaming] The Lady
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From: Thorr-kan, the White Minotaur, and Horde Father-Confessor
Date: 23 Aug 1993 01:02:14 GMT

Thaddius Farsinger, bard and priest, stepped forth into a meadow deep in
the Great Forest and stopped.  His face slackened and his mind numbed in
awe of the surroundings.

*****

Sight.

	Images scattershot across the eye.  Of light bright enough to be felt.
	Of colors vibrant with a life of their own.  Of clarity so acute, it  
	brings pain.
	
Sound.

	The ear echoes to the music of life about.  Animals flitting through
	forest.  Ethereal strains from the creatures who seek shelter here.
	
Smell.
	
	A myriad of scents assault the nose.  The rich, deep aroma of loam.
	Perfume from flowers unlike any known to mortals.  A variety of life,
	riotous in its abundance.
	
Taste.

	Breezes carry tid-bits to the tastebuds.  A bountiful harvest of fruits  
	and vegetables.  The mouth-watering feeling of fresh meat.
	
Touch.
	
	The entire body is blanketed in sensation.  Warmth from the air about.
	Air caressing skin.  Grass crunching underfoot.
	
*****

All this and more flowed through and over Thaddius.  The half-elf was a mortal  
in a land of faerie.  Such transitions were possible, but never without a  
price.  Thad strove to find a center, to maintain a balance against the assault  
on his sense.

With a jolt, the bard returned to the reality around him.

---

Across the glade sat a slight women.  She held Longflyer on one wrist.  The  
hawk seemed to be carrying on an animated conversation with her.  As Thad came  
to his senses, the She turned to him.

"Greetings, mortal.  Come, sit and tell me of yourself," she bade.  "My  
servants Pheu and Longflyer feel you may be of some assistance to me.

Thaddius Farsinger stood in the presence of the Lady.

-Thaddius Farsinger
"Why is it  my stomach wishes it was three planes over?"

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Sometimes, those you love most are the ones you have to leave behind.
Matt Cutter, e-mail to mcutter@nic.gac.edu OR mcutter@vax2.gac.edu
Gustavus couldn't afford my opinions if they wanted them!
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"Why is it  my stomach wished it was three planes over?"