Dwae
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(6/13/03 7:31 pm)
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A Masterpiece…
......for Ponga
The wind carries a voice to her ears, enthusiastic with perhaps with a bit of trepidation?
Ponga…. The sword. He is ready. But is she ready to give it up?
“Might you meet me for the Sword?” … she smiles tenderly and whispers back to him, “Aye”.
Moving to the far side of the room, she removes the key that hangs around her neck, unlocking the wardrobe. Inside are her most precious items… Gems of the finest quality, her old armor, items from her daughters infancy…. and at the bottom of all this, a cloth of bright crimson and gold wrapped around the three things that mean the most to her. Removing the package, she takes it to her bed, gently placing it down, she unties the leather strap holding it closed and unfolds the cloth. It is a cloak, bright gold with the crimson crest of Baor Vit Kommack…. His Clan.
Instantly she is overwhelmed with the strong scent of spent electricity, the small hairs on her neck and arms seem to come alive of their own will. Inhaling deeply, she closes her eyes tightly against the tears that threaten to flow at such a reminder. Standing there a moment longer, she opens her eyes and removes the smallest item, a pouch of the finest hide, tanned until it feels of velvet. Unwrapping it, two small gold circles fall to her palm. The rings. Hers and his. Her hand curls around them and moves to her breast as she holds them over her heart; memories flooding back now of the day he presented them to her and asked her once again to be his wife. A sob catches in her throat and she quickly returns the items to the pouch, tying it closed, she places it back with the other items.
Of the other two items, one is the length of her arm, the other twice that size. The Swords. It is the larger of the two she seeks, and she grasps the hilt with both hands, pulling it free from the scabbard that has housed it so long. The sound of the metal as it scraps against the leather rings cleanly, attesting to the purity of the metal, and the skill of the one who crafted such perfection. Her eyes follow the line of it's edge and she again marvels how wonderfully he would have wielded such a weapon. Pushing the thought aside, she replaces the blade and rewraps the other items, returning them to the wardrobe and securing the lock.
Moving down the hallway, she happens by her daughter, the look between them stops any words that might be uttered. Enough had been said last night, and she was determined to do this. Lia lowers her eyes and moves aside, allowing her to pass.
Soon, she finds herself treading the courtyard of Aegir’s leading to the center court where Ponga awaits her. She approaches him and hands him the package. He takes it from her, examining it carefully, and then looks up at her, a smile breaks out on his face. Looking him in the eye, she speaks to the Kobold…
“Use it well, Ponga. And remember to cherish it as I did the one it was intended for.”
Dwae turns and begins to walk away, but a voice stops her. “Might ye tell me the story one day?” She turns around, sadness etches her features, and she replies, “Mayhaps one day”
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Tis the best I can do for now Ponga.... one day, I will tell the entire tale
~Lady Dwae
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