Moyáve watches the seeds
Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2003 10:19 pm
Moyáve walks from the town north-westwards, to the place, where the tree-seeds are planted. Under her arms, she carries some tissue and wooden sticks, this seems to be supposed to serve as a tent. As she walks on, an elf crosses her path. He raises his eyebrows wondering as he looks at her and stops. "Miss, where are you going with these things? May I be of assistance somehow?" he asks her. Moyáve shakes her head: "This will not be needed, I'm bringing these things to Falkners Grove".
"And...for what purpose?" the elf wonders.
Moyáve gives him a sharp glance: "Listen, I'm going to set up a camp near the seeds and watch over them. And at night, be asured I sleep with one eye opened and I don't have a deep sleep. So if you or anyone dares to touch one of these seeds he'll not be done with his throat cut. Did I make this clear?"
The elf's face looks shocked, he gulps and nods. This woman seems to mean it totally serious. "Clear...uh...fare thee well" he sais and quickly hurries off.
As Moyáve enters Falkners Grove she checks whether all the seeds are on their place. Then she starts to build up her improvised tent. Fifteen minutes later it is completed, she nods with satisfaction and goes to water the seeds.
From then on she can be seen in her tent, sleeping, writing, eating or doing something else. And if she leaves the tent she practices magic, walks around and talks or waters the seeds. But she never goes far away and she seems to watch everything intensly and with suspicion.
"And...for what purpose?" the elf wonders.
Moyáve gives him a sharp glance: "Listen, I'm going to set up a camp near the seeds and watch over them. And at night, be asured I sleep with one eye opened and I don't have a deep sleep. So if you or anyone dares to touch one of these seeds he'll not be done with his throat cut. Did I make this clear?"
The elf's face looks shocked, he gulps and nods. This woman seems to mean it totally serious. "Clear...uh...fare thee well" he sais and quickly hurries off.
As Moyáve enters Falkners Grove she checks whether all the seeds are on their place. Then she starts to build up her improvised tent. Fifteen minutes later it is completed, she nods with satisfaction and goes to water the seeds.
From then on she can be seen in her tent, sleeping, writing, eating or doing something else. And if she leaves the tent she practices magic, walks around and talks or waters the seeds. But she never goes far away and she seems to watch everything intensly and with suspicion.