Fraught with internal confusion, Linwe seeks out her fellow druid friend to confide in.
They sit in the tavern discussing a mutual friend:
Linwe says 'Ye know...I had a thought...I dunna know if we be doin Siwth any favours lettin her get away with what she do here in the tavern'
Linwe says 'For a long time I slipped coin under the mat for what she took'
Justine Aye...me too, when ye dinna
Linwe says 'But…tis nae doing her any good...the truth be...she be a thief....and I know there be reasons...but I wonder if I should justify it anymore?'
Linwe says 'Tis odd...but summat the demon said brought this to light for me…he called her my pet'
Linwe says 'When I reflect on it...I may hae done just that...inadvertently made her my pet by turning away from what I know to be wrong...because of the past'
[Justine Moyet raises a brow
Linwe says 'I hae tried to protect her...but do she really need my protection?'
Linwe says 'Or would it be better if she faced things as El has and be made to see the high road?'
Thank you Linwe for this submission.
~ ~ Welcome to the Isle of Arran ~ ~
This land has been swallowed by the sea.
There was a green place in a land far away, a place with a sheltering bay surrounded by jagged peaks and the shadow of a giant snow-clad mountain. To this place came a group of beings, as diverse as beings can be to one another, and they put down roots and made homes for themselves. Now, this is not to say there was peace in this land. With diversity also comes conflict and soon sides were taken, some friendships forgotten and lines were drawn. Some, thinking bigness means power, blamed the dragons for the conflict. Others, believing magic was the source, blamed the elves and fae. And of course, there were those that said that where you have humans, you will always have problems! So, instead of living in harmonious consort with each other, they split into their respective groups and moved to the four corners of the realm, eyeing each other with much suspicion and chagrin.
But of course, as we all know, in order to survive you have to get along with someone. So new friendships were forged and new bonds made. But in the Isle of Arran, those bonds do not last for long. Someone ALWAYS brings a shadow of a doubt to the fire…and then…things happen.
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Monday, August 9, 2010
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