Golas

I am a gnome. I do not move. You cannot see me...

Golas felt almost invisible as he sat behind the low bush, waiting for his rival to come closer, never moving a muscle.

I am a gnome

He was completely focussed on one thing only. He had to do whatever he could to remain hidden. If the other gnome saw him, it'd all be over.

I do not move

The young gnome's rival was closer now, still screened by some trees. But he would be clearly visible any second now. The tension made Golas' bladder give off warning signs, but skilled as he was at hide and seek, he kept things under control.

You cannot...

He finally got a good look at this other who would discover the world first. Despite his best efforts, the sight made him burst out in laughter. Golas knew he had certainly been spotted, but he just kept on laughing.

"You are funny", he managed in Gnomish. "Where...
where is your nose?"

It took him several minutes to bring his laughter down to a huge grin, and realise the noseless gnome didn't seem to understand. He pointed to his own face.

"Nose", he said. Then burst into laughter once again.

Misty

Misty stood watching the pudgy little creature in front of her ~ <font color=gold>Ought I to be angry with him or not?</font> ~ <font color=white>Of course you should; he frightened you, didn't he?</font> ~ The memory of that sudden outpour of derisive laughter still burned her cheeks ~ <font color=gold>Nonsense! No self-respecting halfling would be scared by a few bales of laughter.</font>

All this while, the male seemed to be jabbing his own bulbous nose and pointing at her dainty one. She blinked just once, her lips twitching a little ~ <font color=white>Well, he shouldn't be mocking you at the very least. He's up to no good, you can be sure about that. Show it to him!</font> ~ But she didn't want to, somehow - he seemed like a genuinely harmless though naughty boy.

<font color=gold>There's no need to be so hostile, Misty...</font> ~ But the endless chuckling was annoying. As her nerves wore thinner, she took a deep breath and gazed at his tear-stricken face. It was now or never.

"It's very rude to laugh at others in this way." ~ And she poked him on the chest, just once.

[ 12-17-2002, 02:07 AM: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]

OOC>>> Legolas - If you ever see this... I still wanna RP with you!!! [img]graemlins/crying.gif[/img] I'm so sorry things turned out this way... I'll try to be back when work pressures relent (hopefully in March).

Take care and all the best to you, lil bro!! [img]graemlins/bighug.gif[/img]

Cyril - Thanks for being such a cool erm bro [img]graemlins/bighug.gif[/img] [img]graemlins/cheers.gif[/img]

Golas

The little gnome abruptly stopped smiling and looked at the noseless creature with huge eyes. It wasn't the poke so much as the words she'd said. Golas didn't know what to say in return for a short while.

A pair of birds filled the silence.

"Why do you speak in the grownup secret language," he eventually inquired in Gnomish. "They always use it 'cause they don't think we know what they say, but I know it too."
Semi-proud, he sucked in his tummy and stood relatively tall.
"I'll prove it."

"Where we going tomorrow with kids. Uncle Filben coming to visit."
"See?"

Thumbs hooked into his belt, little Golas looked like he was daring this other to poke him again. An almost threatening appearance which was slightly upset when his stomach roared again.

Misty

His reply came so sudden that she was at a loss for words.

<font color=gold>Uncle Filben? Who on earth is that?</font> ~ Blinking in puzzlement, she felt the creases forming on her forehead even as she continued to stare at the strange little oddball in front of her.

A moment passed and she opened her mouth:

"Now just sl..."

It was then that the deafening growl interrupted her sentence, thoroughly ruining her stern expression. Lips trembling, she struggled to hold her snickering in check, somewhat succeeding and yet contorting her facial features.

"Slow down, now... who are you? And who is Uncle Filben? And what has he to do with anything?"

Golas

Yes, she was a grown-up allright. Golas was suddenly sure this gnome had been out here for a long time. She was probably thrown out of the village because of her nose and would have had to find her own way to survive. She looked healthy enough though.

And if this lady-gnome had been out here all those years, she had already seen all the world and all Golas would have to do was get her to tell about it. And show her to his parents. Unless they would laugh at her nose, and he knew they would.

"You don't talk Gnomish anymore?" he tried. "Okay, we'll play 'talk like grown-ups'."
Golas grinned.

"I are Golas. Uncle Filben not here. They kick you out of village?"

The young gnome followed this up with a line of gibberish, which he thought sounded very much like 'grown-up talk'. Smiling, he looked at the noseless one, signalling it was her turn now.

Misty

Someone'd better do something fast, or I'll just go crazy with bewilderment!

Everything about this male was peculiar. That lumpy nose resembling her favourite potato... the roly-poly body... even his language sounded foreign, with his improper use of the tenses.

Taking another look at him, she discovered the spark in his eyes that could only be a childish delight at being out in the open for the first time. Why... he's just like me! And probably lost! ~ But there was a slight problem; he was too young. ~ How can I find out what he wants and where he intends to go? He doesn't seem comfortable with the common tongue and well... I don't know what he was talking about earlier, so he can't be halfling...

There was only one way out for now. Smiling almost timidly, she extended her right arm and held out her right hand.

"Friends?"

Golas

The little gnome blinked once, twice, at this queer creature's word and gestures. He did miss his family just a little bit, and felt hungry and alone when he thought about it. And discovering the world wouldn't be half the fun it would be with someone to watch him as he did so. Besides, despite her poking him, she seemed nice enough, kind of like an older sister.

"Okay, friends," Golas said smiling.
"Who are you?"

Right as he said those words, something else struck the young one's mind. Was she here to take him home? Much as he liked the prospect of being home again, he also wanted very much to stay out here and see what he could. If she was sent by his family that would be all over as they'd keep a close eye on him from then on.

But he also remembered the nose. This one was just like him, only different. She wouldn't take him home, they would do lots of fun things instead!

In his glee, his extended hand began to glow. Golas held it horizontally, and with a *poof* a purple-coloured miniature badger appeared. He stared at it a moment, but then it exploded in a million pieces, which vanished before he even realised what was happening. The gnome's high-pitched laughter rang through the forest air.

Misty

The 'O' in her mouth remained hanging long after the purple fumes had vaporised and the peals of laughter rang in her ears. Sniffling once, she gradually found herself "loosening up" (as the others would say back home) and took a step back, still holding the boy's hand subconsciously.

Right at this moment, a disgruntled growl emitted from her tummy and her cheeks reddened.

"Let's find some food, alright?" And she adopted her most sisterly tone, giving him an encouraging smile.

Golas

He nodded eagerly at the prospect of food. If anyone knew where to find it, it was his nameless friend who'd lived out here forever. Just the two of them, and loads of animals, in a world which was as large as the sky. And noone even knew about it!

Thinking on how silly the big people were at home, how they thought up stories of an outside world when there was a real one to see, made him giggle.

But what if they had really seen it? And all Garls and Baervans adventures had taken place in this very world? Golas couldn't wait for the sights they'd see, he and his friend, together.

Following the noseless gnome, he left the bush to step out on the road. It wasn't a road, really, so much as a path. A wildlife trail left by some huge animal, like a deer. Or bigger.

"Are Golas looking for berry bushes or little gnome home," he asked.