[RPG] [Somewhere on the East Continent] Waking....

[kathleen stalnaker]

kathleen stalnaker <leannan_99 at yahoo.com> wrote:  It was not yet morning...Isolde was certain...the chill in the air  witness to the dying embers in the fireplace...the grey misty fog that  hung outside the window further proof the had not yet broke....so she  rolled over in her bed as Gran shook her and said, "Wake up!  You  must wake up!"  Gran was insistent...
  
  "Leave me sleep..." Isolde mumbled...knowing full well she had chores  to get up and tend to...but it was far too early for that...
  
  "Wake up!  Wake up, child! pay attention!  Come on, wake  up!"  Gran's voice took on a note of irritation...as Da came into  the room and added his voice to Gran's trying to coax an unwilling girl  from the land of dreams to the waking world...his deep tenor voice rang  loud in the small room....
  
  "Stop that lyin’ and a-sleepin’ in bed--get up!"
  
  Gran chorused in again with her soft harmony..."Wake up, sleepy-head!  Look who’s here to see you!"
  
  Isolde   turned and opened a sleepy eye....who could be here to visit at such an untoward hour...
  


  Isolde sat bolt upright and shouted, "NO!"
  
  "Aye and is that any way to greet your favorite uncle?"  The man standing in the door way said with a smile on his face....
  
  "I am not going...NO!"
  
  "Aye and you are girl...it is no longer safe for you to stay here with  your grandparents...it is no longer safe for them..."  Sean  crossed the room and threw  travel pants and a tunic at  Isolde...."Get your self dressed quickly lass...we have no time to  loose here..."
  
  A falcon landed on the sill of the open window and looked from Isolde  to Sean...as if the bird had watched this scene played out before...
  
  Isolde looked at the travel clothes...and then at her uncle and whispered..."Why?"
  
  "There is no easy answer to that question girl..."  Sean said as  he went to sit by Isolde on the bed...the one I choose to give you for  the moment is this..."Your mother has died and the protection she was  able to affect during her life is soon to run out and so must we..."
  
  Isolde looked at her uncle...tears welled in the her eyes....and she  nodded....understanding passing across her face....she took the clothes  and climed out of bed...."How..."
  
  "In battle the messenger said..."
  
  "And uncle Angus?"
  
  "Aye the pickled fool lives still..."
  
  Isolde nodded again...clutching the clothes to her....Gran came over  and kissed her forehead....and looked to the men..."Lets be going to  the other room...give the girl a moment to dress and be alone with her  sorrow...before she must journey forward."



"Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?

from Sabriel by Garth Nix

 



			
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