On the sublect of Glorfindle

Posted by Maya on Ringare 02, 2003 at 10:44:27 am

She had not been home in a long while, and she had only come now at this time to gather a few things for the pixies to play with. Pausing on the pourch of her home she heard voices, and being Maya she stopped to hear what was said.
Not all of it was clear, some of it was enough to make her pause.
One word, passed clearly to her elven ears.

Glorfindle.

Shiny objects of all kinds fell to the floor as Maya reached to check the binding bracelet she still wore. The deadness of the metal told her he was still gone.
Recalling across the bay she stood in front of the place that was her home for a while. It stood empty, the tiny treasures she had gathered for him in love locked inside a cold metal box.

Still no word, only the sounds of the waves at the shore and the cold brick walls laughing at her.

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> She had not been home in a long while, and she had only come now at this time to gather a few things for the pixies to play with. Pausing on the pourch of her home she heard voices, and being Maya she stopped to hear what was said. > Not all of it was clear, some of it was enough to make her pause. > One word, passed clearly to her elven ears. > Glorfindle. > Shiny objects of all kinds fell to the floor as Maya reached to check the binding bracelet she still wore. The deadness of the metal told her he was still gone. > Recalling across the bay she stood in front of the place that was her home for a while. It stood empty, the tiny treasures she had gathered for him in love locked inside a cold metal box. > Still no word, only the sounds of the waves at the shore and the cold brick walls laughing at her.
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