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Acacea · 02-02-06, 08:18 PM

Although at first delighted when a chubby falcon drops a slightly battered scroll onto the sand in front of her, Acacea sighs in disappointment when she opens it and recognizes her own scrawled handwriting.

Athus-

Before I say anything else, it has just occurred to me that it is really something of a shame that you are not from the Sea of Sand, so you could be Athus, an Aeridinite Asset of the Anuroch, hey? Is it too late to change your birthplace? You think on that.

I have been awfully busy doing the usual earth-shaking deeds, and I imagine you are also since I don't hardly see you at all, really... Sometimes I will ask if anybody has seen you and I will have missed you passing through or something, so if the next time you pass through Hlint, you are set upon by people with clubs and nets--Fear not, they are merely hired thugs to hold you there until I arrive!

It is really too bad that you were not at the Rites; you missed Sago showing up in the middle of the ceremony and sitting in Eldárwen's chair, then tossing some robes at Daeron because he showed up in red to Blue-Day. The party after was something else, too; only a few people were turned away so there was a great deal to celebrate! That's like...a drink per person, you know?

I am sorry that the one time I ran into you, I had to leave rather quickly, again! I mean, well, there were just a billion things going on and I had to snag Cole and ask him about some of them before the exploded my head or something, because apparently that's completely plausible and I didn't know it! Now I do! Har!

Speaking of hars, after I heard about everyone going to aid Kobal and no one seeming to need my help, Triba said she could use it in the desert, so we set off after recovering from some whiskey and a card reading. Did you know that Kali is teaching me to read cards? I've only got five, so it's kind of limited, but "Pick a Card" is kind of fun until you've done them all. Anyway, the desert is less of a barren wasteland than I thought, and is really more of a wild place of magic. I even got to ride a griffon! I think that was the best thing ever, really, even better than Plenarius flying me around, because Triba let me have the reins, you know? So it went where I wanted and was very much like having wings of my own.

I have spent an awful lot of time there now, at least for me, and actually want to be initiated into the tribes. It sounds kind of funny but really I can't wait! You could maybe come, too. If you'd like? Nothing like a lot of halflings and herbs that make your head spin, right? It's good for you! Plus it'd be sorta nice to run into you and all that.

Let me know when you're around, or something...

Acacea

After reading it over again, she shakes her head and stuffs it in her disorderly pack. "Acacea, Acacea...You're the silliest halfling I know." She snickers at herself and pulls a small carved wooden flute from a sidepocket of her bag before quietly singing herself from sight.

A swirl of fast paced notes in a minor key from her flute and the footprints she leaves behind her are the only things that mark the path she takes from there.

02-02-06, 08:18 PM	#44
Acacea Gamemaster Characters Join Date: Jul 2005 Posts: 2,329 Thanks: 122 Thanked 578 Times in 282 Posts	A Letter Unread Although at first delighted when a chubby falcon drops a slightly battered scroll onto the sand in front of her, Acacea sighs in disappointment when she opens it and recognizes her own scrawled handwriting. Athus- Before I say anything else, it has just occurred to me that it is really something of a shame that you are not from the Sea of Sand, so you could be Athus, an Aeridinite Asset of the Anuroch, hey? Is it too late to change your birthplace? You think on that. I have been awfully busy doing the usual earth-shaking deeds, and I imagine you are also since I don't hardly see you at all, really... Sometimes I will ask if anybody has seen you and I will have missed you passing through or something, so if the next time you pass through Hlint, you are set upon by people with clubs and nets--Fear not, they are merely hired thugs to hold you there until I arrive! It is really too bad that you were not at the Rites; you missed Sago showing up in the middle of the ceremony and sitting in Eldárwen's chair, then tossing some robes at Daeron because he showed up in red to Blue-Day. The party after was something else, too; only a few people were turned away so there was a great deal to celebrate! That's like...a drink per person, you know? I am sorry that the one time I ran into you, I had to leave rather quickly, again! I mean, well, there were just a billion things going on and I had to snag Cole and ask him about some of them before the exploded my head or something, because apparently that's completely plausible and I didn't know it! Now I do! Har! Speaking of hars, after I heard about everyone going to aid Kobal and no one seeming to need my help, Triba said she could use it in the desert, so we set off after recovering from some whiskey and a card reading. Did you know that Kali is teaching me to read cards? I've only got five, so it's kind of limited, but "Pick a Card" is kind of fun until you've done them all. Anyway, the desert is less of a barren wasteland than I thought, and is really more of a wild place of magic. I even got to ride a griffon! I think that was the best thing ever, really, even better than Plenarius flying me around, because Triba let me have the reins, you know? So it went where I wanted and was very much like having wings of my own. I have spent an awful lot of time there now, at least for me, and actually want to be initiated into the tribes. It sounds kind of funny but really I can't wait! You could maybe come, too. If you'd like? Nothing like a lot of halflings and herbs that make your head spin, right? It's good for you! Plus it'd be sorta nice to run into you and all that. Let me know when you're around, or something... Acacea After reading it over again, she shakes her head and stuffs it in her disorderly pack. "Acacea, Acacea...You're the silliest halfling I know." She snickers at herself and pulls a small carved wooden flute from a sidepocket of her bag before quietly singing herself from sight. A swirl of fast paced notes in a minor key from her flute and the footprints she leaves behind her are the only things that mark the path she takes from there.