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Drathe
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After another silent walk, each mans dislike for the other obviouse, Drathe finaly follows Grant to Archets Grove. He stands holding out the lantern light at arms length and looks about him. The yellow glow of the lantern falling onto the grass around him makes the stems appear to be made of gold.
'Well nowst are here, we best take a look around.' Drathe nods at Grant to look over to a bush of thorns. Before he walks off to a bush taking the lantern with him.
After a good search through the grass, under a log and into some bushes, Drathe is all but ready to head back. The lantern flame is starting to burn low, the once brigh yellow flame is now a more golden tan.
Looking over to the figure of of Grant rumaging through thickets of brambles the woodworker chuckles to himself. Taking a few steps back he sits his weary frame down. Placing the lantern at his side he raises his hands up to cross his arms, but clumsily knocks over the lamp. It rolls on the uneven ground for a few feet before comming to rest just under a small bramble bush.
Curing softly Drathe stands and goes to retive the light. He kneels down pushing an arm under the bush whilst at the same time peering through the brambles. As he pulls out the lantern it catches a bramble stem, revealing something that catches his eye then the stem slips from its catch on the lamp and springs back. Relasing his grip of the light, the carpenter reaches for the stem and pulling it back finds a flower. He pulls it and the lantern clear. In doing so the bramble takes its revenge for the intrusion and throns Drathe in the hand.
Cursing again at the scratch, the wood worker examins the wilted and nearly dried flower blossom with a tangle of silver hair around its stem.
'Silver hair' He thinks to himself and instantlty looks over his shoulder to Grant. ' No, I know he is a prety boy but flowers in his hair?...hm. nay, his hair is white as snow.'
Drathe stands and shouts to Grant. 'Come your magesty, must be time for your evening banquet, let us return'
'Well nowst are here, we best take a look around.' Drathe nods at Grant to look over to a bush of thorns. Before he walks off to a bush taking the lantern with him.
After a good search through the grass, under a log and into some bushes, Drathe is all but ready to head back. The lantern flame is starting to burn low, the once brigh yellow flame is now a more golden tan.
Looking over to the figure of of Grant rumaging through thickets of brambles the woodworker chuckles to himself. Taking a few steps back he sits his weary frame down. Placing the lantern at his side he raises his hands up to cross his arms, but clumsily knocks over the lamp. It rolls on the uneven ground for a few feet before comming to rest just under a small bramble bush.
Curing softly Drathe stands and goes to retive the light. He kneels down pushing an arm under the bush whilst at the same time peering through the brambles. As he pulls out the lantern it catches a bramble stem, revealing something that catches his eye then the stem slips from its catch on the lamp and springs back. Relasing his grip of the light, the carpenter reaches for the stem and pulling it back finds a flower. He pulls it and the lantern clear. In doing so the bramble takes its revenge for the intrusion and throns Drathe in the hand.
Cursing again at the scratch, the wood worker examins the wilted and nearly dried flower blossom with a tangle of silver hair around its stem.
'Silver hair' He thinks to himself and instantlty looks over his shoulder to Grant. ' No, I know he is a prety boy but flowers in his hair?...hm. nay, his hair is white as snow.'
Drathe stands and shouts to Grant. 'Come your magesty, must be time for your evening banquet, let us return'