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mistral4543 · 06-14-2006, 09:10 AM

OOC>>> Aww... both you and Cyril are too kind

*Hugs and beer all round*

"No rush now, is there?" She murmured, half to herself and partly to him as she eased herself onto the saddle and nudged her horse into a steady trot. There was no telling whether the map had been scaled accurately so some margins of error were to be expected. In any case... "I'm no rush to be slaughtered." There you go again... a wonderful sense of optimism you're imbibing into the fledgling chicken, aren't you?

Suddenly, everything seemed so surreal. Just two days ago, she had been minding her own business and not caring a hoot about whatever the people surrounding her did. But since yesterday... something had happened. A wave it was, that tore asunder the wall of detachment she had so carefully constructed over herself in the passing years. Apparently, there was a higher force that would not let her alone for long.

"This is going to be a rather boring ride, isn't it?" She spoke breezily, all the while casting sideway glances to watch out for her companion. "Let's spice things up a bit... " ... with a silly song., she might have added.

A fev'rish heart sets out today
Sets out to where? No one can say

A foolish pair in search of clues
What sort of clues? My blood-stained shoes

An ounce of sense tis what we lack
What, sense you lack? No turning back

A pack of wits twould serve us well
They'd serve you well? Aye, fend Death's knell

A dance for peace we badly need
How bad's the need? Desirous greed

A happy day; the sun shines bright
Oh, why so bright? It brings us might

A hopeful duo, a force for good
Ah, righteous good! Still, we need food...

As the day wore on, the singing grew softer until at last, the last note hung in the air before silence engulfed it.

She was tired and could sing no more.

06-14-2006, 09:10 AM	#22
mistral4543 Ma'at - Goddess of Truth & Justice Join Date: September 5, 2001 Location: House of Freelight Age: 48 Posts: 3,159	OOC>>> Aww... both you and Cyril are too kind Hugs and beer all round "No rush now, is there?" She murmured, half to herself and partly to him as she eased herself onto the saddle and nudged her horse into a steady trot. There was no telling whether the map had been scaled accurately so some margins of error were to be expected. In any case... "I'm no rush to be slaughtered." There you go again... a wonderful sense of optimism you're imbibing into the fledgling chicken, aren't you? Suddenly, everything seemed so surreal. Just two days ago, she had been minding her own business and not caring a hoot about whatever the people surrounding her did. But since yesterday... something had happened. A wave it was, that tore asunder the wall of detachment she had so carefully constructed over herself in the passing years. Apparently, there was a higher force that would not let her alone for long. "This is going to be a rather boring ride, isn't it?" She spoke breezily, all the while casting sideway glances to watch out for her companion. "Let's spice things up a bit... " ... with a silly song., she might have added. A fev'rish heart sets out today Sets out to where? No one can say A foolish pair in search of clues What sort of clues? My blood-stained shoes An ounce of sense tis what we lack What, sense you lack? No turning back A pack of wits twould serve us well They'd serve you well? Aye, fend Death's knell A dance for peace we badly need How bad's the need? Desirous greed A happy day; the sun shines bright Oh, why so bright? It brings us might A hopeful duo, a force for good Ah, righteous good! Still, we need food... As the day wore on, the singing grew softer until at last, the last note hung in the air before silence engulfed it. She was tired and could sing no more.