And then the ever-so-sudden-to-appear dwarf intruded upon her daydream, and did nothing less than casually bid her follow with a wink and a nod. Oh my! He saw me! That rude, spying creature! Shocked, she watched him leave, relaxed, trudging down the hill as if going to a mine for a nice session of digging. As he walked, she imagined a long line of dwarfs behind him, all alike and singing 'something something gold gold' about fires and hearts of the mountain made of queer gems and metals beyond her ken, their beards tucked in their ornate belts and fastened with silver buckles, enormous picks hanging from their shoulders and scraping the rune carved walls as they walk, sending showers of sparks into the darkness of the echoing caverns.
No girl back home would follow a strange lad, let alone a dwarf with that nasty-looking weapon grinning at her. But she was past that now, for sure, with all the questing and battling with ghoulish foes that was to come and that she would face with newly discovered determination and courage. Besides, he helped and is your comrade now; you have to be friendly, or you'll be a laggard all the time. And you said you'd follow him, anyway; at least he's down with it, you won't have to hide and lurk. Hopefully I said nothing aloud again. Have I? I haven't. Move it! He's far away already.
She walked down slowly and then hurried to catch up, but cautious enough not to slip on the wet, mushy ground. There was scarcely anyone outside, she noticed, growing grim around her mouth. The whole town seemed a bit poor, the houses somehow walked all over, though it could have been the general attitude people harboured everywhere that made her think so. "It could always be better..." ; "We manage..." Those were the usual replies people gave when asked how they fared. I must have picked up this habit of seeing poverty and trouble. I did hear it one too many times.
"I don't talk to myself normally, nor move around imagining things. Certainly not! That'd mean I'm mad. I'm perfectly sane and proud to say so, so don't you have any worries regarding it. I get excited from time to time and that is all," she said once she'd come near enough. They were already at the inn she'd stayed in before going to the meeting and the womby coziness within was rather inviting once again. A languor crept upon her limbs and wet eyelids. Gelid dark was slowly growing in the east as if to usher them indoors and lull them to sleep with her long invisible arms with the rain for a lullaby. But they had preparations to do and no time to waste. @POOHEAD189
No girl back home would follow a strange lad, let alone a dwarf with that nasty-looking weapon grinning at her. But she was past that now, for sure, with all the questing and battling with ghoulish foes that was to come and that she would face with newly discovered determination and courage. Besides, he helped and is your comrade now; you have to be friendly, or you'll be a laggard all the time. And you said you'd follow him, anyway; at least he's down with it, you won't have to hide and lurk. Hopefully I said nothing aloud again. Have I? I haven't. Move it! He's far away already.
She walked down slowly and then hurried to catch up, but cautious enough not to slip on the wet, mushy ground. There was scarcely anyone outside, she noticed, growing grim around her mouth. The whole town seemed a bit poor, the houses somehow walked all over, though it could have been the general attitude people harboured everywhere that made her think so. "It could always be better..." ; "We manage..." Those were the usual replies people gave when asked how they fared. I must have picked up this habit of seeing poverty and trouble. I did hear it one too many times.
"I don't talk to myself normally, nor move around imagining things. Certainly not! That'd mean I'm mad. I'm perfectly sane and proud to say so, so don't you have any worries regarding it. I get excited from time to time and that is all," she said once she'd come near enough. They were already at the inn she'd stayed in before going to the meeting and the womby coziness within was rather inviting once again. A languor crept upon her limbs and wet eyelids. Gelid dark was slowly growing in the east as if to usher them indoors and lull them to sleep with her long invisible arms with the rain for a lullaby. But they had preparations to do and no time to waste. @POOHEAD189