Mists over the Musarde, Chapter Four
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Cirdan answers,
''I have a mirror, of course. How else could I groom myself properly? Why do you...oh!''
The knight has joined the group clustered around the hoofprints, and now he, too, sees the patches of withered grass.
Wat grabs the palinka and takes a draught, coughs, and mutters-
''Thank you, Dorgio.''
''I have a mirror, of course. How else could I groom myself properly? Why do you...oh!''
The knight has joined the group clustered around the hoofprints, and now he, too, sees the patches of withered grass.
Wat grabs the palinka and takes a draught, coughs, and mutters-
''Thank you, Dorgio.''
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inside the cabin
Alain can hear Benn snoring. The Lamordian may have fallen asleep reading, for Alain recalls hearing the rustling of paper coming from that corner of the room used by Benn, all through the night.
Alain's hearing is no better than it was a day ago, and no worse, but he is learning to really stop and listen carefully to even small noises. Without his sight, hearing and memory have become his main tools for navigating the world around himself [or attempting to do so- he's barked his shins on furniture twice since coming into the cabin yesterday, and nealy tripped on a fur rug just this morning].
He hears another sound, over Benn's noisy snoring, a wooden sort of creaking. He recognizes this as the back door of the log cabin opening...
Alain can hear Benn snoring. The Lamordian may have fallen asleep reading, for Alain recalls hearing the rustling of paper coming from that corner of the room used by Benn, all through the night.
Alain's hearing is no better than it was a day ago, and no worse, but he is learning to really stop and listen carefully to even small noises. Without his sight, hearing and memory have become his main tools for navigating the world around himself [or attempting to do so- he's barked his shins on furniture twice since coming into the cabin yesterday, and nealy tripped on a fur rug just this morning].
He hears another sound, over Benn's noisy snoring, a wooden sort of creaking. He recognizes this as the back door of the log cabin opening...
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Dorgio takes a cigarillo from his pouch, then thinks better on it and returns it, remembering something a huntsman once told him about animals and lingering scents.
He laughs at the banter, then points to the mirror. "I am hoping if a mirror stopped the rider once, another mirror could be doing it again. Maybe there is something about seeing its own reflection that is giving the creature pause. Only a thought."
He laughs at the banter, then points to the mirror. "I am hoping if a mirror stopped the rider once, another mirror could be doing it again. Maybe there is something about seeing its own reflection that is giving the creature pause. Only a thought."
"You said I killed you--haunt me, then!...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!” -Wuthering Heights
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Cirdan reaches into a small bag hanging from his belt and retrieves a rectangular mirror of polished metal. He looks into it for a moment, then replaces it in the bag.
'' His mount leaves tracks- we ought to be able to follow them... ''
'' His mount leaves tracks- we ought to be able to follow them... ''
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Cirdan once again takes out his small mirror. He bends down to the earth near Jon's feet. Holding his mirror so that he can see the see the ground in it, Cirdan observes in silence...
Then, after a minute, he says-
''The grass, the hoofmarks, it looks the same in the mirror as when I look directly at it. Either way, I see the same withered patches in and around these prints. ''
Cirdan reaches down with his free hand and brushes his fingers across one of the blasted prints.
''Yes, it's dead. This is no trick of the light- what we see here is real, I am sure.''
Then, after a minute, he says-
''The grass, the hoofmarks, it looks the same in the mirror as when I look directly at it. Either way, I see the same withered patches in and around these prints. ''
Cirdan reaches down with his free hand and brushes his fingers across one of the blasted prints.
''Yes, it's dead. This is no trick of the light- what we see here is real, I am sure.''
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tarlyn wrote:Norzak observes Cirdan and frowns. "So we gonna keep goin or check out them horseprints?"
''Hmmm...maybe we should split up? Jon is a hunter. He could follow the tracks. You could go with him. Dorgio and I will find some game with Wat's help. We can rally here at Wat's cabin about noontide. ''
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''We are already divided, Norzak, as Alain and Benn are remaining in the cabin. Besides, you have said yourself that the Witch might be gone for good. Ah, and according to Wat, this Rider doesn't like the sunlight. I'm confident I can defeat any wild beasts I might encounter, anything that good steel will bite. Still, if you and the others prefer...''tarlyn wrote:"I dun like us splittin up, honestly. Lookit Al. We should stick together it's safer."
Cirdan adjusts his tunic [he's not wearing armor for a hunting trip, of course],
''-then I'll defer to the decision of our group.''
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
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"As far as being a hunter, I have no real talents for tracking. I might be able to follow the hoof prints though. I am up for looking into it. Wouldn't it be better if Dorgio and I went off? His magic would be helpful. Anything that will help us get out of this place."
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