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For Kellen
The Steeplewood Forest
There is a musical humming in the air as the wild elf begins the most intricate movements of his dance. The song of the spinning blade to which he dances is a song that is heard by curious and appreciative ears and the dance is one that is watched by curious and appreciative eyes. This dancer with the blade is an unusual elf, shorter and stockier than these curious eyes are accustomed to seeing. Questions begin to twinkle within the curious eyes and one set takes on a mischievous glint that is quickly seen and mirrored those of its fellows.
A ball of reddish color appears just beyond the tip of the dancing elf’s blade and begins to move in a jerky imitation of the movements of the blade. “Not bad,” a high and laughing voice speaks from the ball of color as it flies quickly away from the surprised elf. “But a litte slow, however. I doubt you're good enough to touch me.”
“O! Of course he could catch you!” A second ball, burnt orange in color, dances into the area to argue with the first. “Let me show you how to avoid a wildly spinning blade swung by a strangely musical elf!”
“Listen to you!” A ball of yellow color appears to join the other two. “I’ve seen club-footed dwarves that were more agile than you!”
“I bet he can’t catch any of us with that fancy sword,” the first one says.
“You’re right! He seems much too serious and I bet that sword’s only good for making fancy music.”
The three balls of color begin their own dance around the elf with the spinning blade, bringing the colors of early fall into an amused accompaniment of his movements.
ooc: A simple game of tag – have fun!
[ 07-01-2002, 06:06 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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