Post by Pixie on Dec 22, 2003 20:13:32 GMT
PST:magical thread, join at your own will
In the middle of the night, in one of the coldest darkest parst of Lunep, where there are taverns on both sides of the street there was a small fight arising. Right in the middle of the road. not that it mattered, there were very little carts that dared to go by there, and those that did only went by during the day.
The fight had begun inside a tavern, as usual the men were fighting for a woman. The fight had gotten too out of hand and they had been kicked out of the tavern.
Inside, it was warm, but stuffy. The ari was thick with the smoke of pipes and smelt of mede. In the darkest corner, sat a hunched figure in black, watching everything with care. She did not reply when one of the serving girls asked her if she needed anything, she just sat watching...
A man came over and sat by the dark figure. "So, uh, lassie, you are a lassie, aye?" he asked.
Eithne turned her green eyes on him, and the pale features and red lips made his eyes widen.
"Gods, you are a strange one." he muttered, unaware that he was speaking outloud. Eithne didn't like the comment.
"Leave." she snapped, her voice soft and silky.
the man laughed. "you can't order me around, lass." he chuckled. "Why dun ye leave, eh?"
Eithne stood up and with a shove his way started to make her way to another table. But the man didn't like her shove. He grabbed her arm, growling. "now hold on there-" he begun.
Eithne ripped her arm out of his grip and kicked up sending him tot he tavern table with a crash. "Never, touch me." she muttered. one of the big men came up ebhind her and took her two arms, lifting her off her feet. "no fighting in my tavern" he growled. Eithne did nothing as he threw her out the door. She landed lightly on her feet. With a swish of her cloak she turned and stared out into the night.
In the middle of the night, in one of the coldest darkest parst of Lunep, where there are taverns on both sides of the street there was a small fight arising. Right in the middle of the road. not that it mattered, there were very little carts that dared to go by there, and those that did only went by during the day.
The fight had begun inside a tavern, as usual the men were fighting for a woman. The fight had gotten too out of hand and they had been kicked out of the tavern.
Inside, it was warm, but stuffy. The ari was thick with the smoke of pipes and smelt of mede. In the darkest corner, sat a hunched figure in black, watching everything with care. She did not reply when one of the serving girls asked her if she needed anything, she just sat watching...
A man came over and sat by the dark figure. "So, uh, lassie, you are a lassie, aye?" he asked.
Eithne turned her green eyes on him, and the pale features and red lips made his eyes widen.
"Gods, you are a strange one." he muttered, unaware that he was speaking outloud. Eithne didn't like the comment.
"Leave." she snapped, her voice soft and silky.
the man laughed. "you can't order me around, lass." he chuckled. "Why dun ye leave, eh?"
Eithne stood up and with a shove his way started to make her way to another table. But the man didn't like her shove. He grabbed her arm, growling. "now hold on there-" he begun.
Eithne ripped her arm out of his grip and kicked up sending him tot he tavern table with a crash. "Never, touch me." she muttered. one of the big men came up ebhind her and took her two arms, lifting her off her feet. "no fighting in my tavern" he growled. Eithne did nothing as he threw her out the door. She landed lightly on her feet. With a swish of her cloak she turned and stared out into the night.