Please Bow-have (February 3011) - [Adanedhel]
Mar 11, 2018 9:33:43 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Mar 11, 2018 9:33:43 GMT -5
“Oh, you can? Then this tower must be very high and powerful.”
Paega turned and pointed with her drawn arrow toward the watch tower on the western side of the city, the one at the top of the hill, that she knew was right behind her home. “You’ve seen it, Adawn!” Paega reminded him brightly. “It’s very big! Biggest building in the wowrld!”
To Paega, of course, it was. Runa, though, smirked. She had heard of towering places in Gondor. And while she had never seen them herself, she trusted the tales she heard from the men who passed through her care from the Eored about the travellers they met that hailed from there. Ceolmund had mentioned himself a tower along the river Isen, how it seemed to touch the clouds above. “If you think our watchtower is tall, you should ask Papa about Isengard,” the woman remarked to the young toddler who was turning once more to the target and knocking her little bow.
Paega gasped, firing the arrow too soon and sending it flying into the dirt some twenty paces away, though did not seem to mind as she wheeled to look at Runa excitedly. “Do you think Papa would take me to see it? Do you think we can go to the tippy top?”
“It’s someone’s home, little sparrow,” Runa laughed. She did not know much about the wizard that lived there, though Ceolmund likely knew a little more. “You can’t just walk inside and go to the top.”
For a moment, Paega looked thoughtful. “Maybe they want a tea pawrty,” the girl offered in suggestion. Surely her father and she could have tea with whoever lived inside.
“Maybe,” Runa agreed with a laugh. She drew her next arrow, nocking it into the string, and pulling her arm back to anchor.
Paega reached for an arrow, though found her own quiver empty. “Oh no,” she mumbled. Her blue eyes located the closest arrow, the one she had just shot, digging into the dirt nearby.
At the same time Paega took off running for the arrow, Runa’s fingers released her arrow. It was too late for Runa to stop the flight of her arrow, though her blood ran cold and she screamed. “Paega!”
Paega turned and pointed with her drawn arrow toward the watch tower on the western side of the city, the one at the top of the hill, that she knew was right behind her home. “You’ve seen it, Adawn!” Paega reminded him brightly. “It’s very big! Biggest building in the wowrld!”
To Paega, of course, it was. Runa, though, smirked. She had heard of towering places in Gondor. And while she had never seen them herself, she trusted the tales she heard from the men who passed through her care from the Eored about the travellers they met that hailed from there. Ceolmund had mentioned himself a tower along the river Isen, how it seemed to touch the clouds above. “If you think our watchtower is tall, you should ask Papa about Isengard,” the woman remarked to the young toddler who was turning once more to the target and knocking her little bow.
Paega gasped, firing the arrow too soon and sending it flying into the dirt some twenty paces away, though did not seem to mind as she wheeled to look at Runa excitedly. “Do you think Papa would take me to see it? Do you think we can go to the tippy top?”
“It’s someone’s home, little sparrow,” Runa laughed. She did not know much about the wizard that lived there, though Ceolmund likely knew a little more. “You can’t just walk inside and go to the top.”
For a moment, Paega looked thoughtful. “Maybe they want a tea pawrty,” the girl offered in suggestion. Surely her father and she could have tea with whoever lived inside.
“Maybe,” Runa agreed with a laugh. She drew her next arrow, nocking it into the string, and pulling her arm back to anchor.
Paega reached for an arrow, though found her own quiver empty. “Oh no,” she mumbled. Her blue eyes located the closest arrow, the one she had just shot, digging into the dirt nearby.
At the same time Paega took off running for the arrow, Runa’s fingers released her arrow. It was too late for Runa to stop the flight of her arrow, though her blood ran cold and she screamed. “Paega!”