This swamp is
dark, noises play a little, but they are the kind of noises that
make your skin crawl and shiver. No jolly trills of birds now,
only low croaking of frogs burried somewhere in the deep bog. The
trees are gnarled and twisted irregularly, moss hangs down from
the branches that look like bony fingers, reaching out for you.
As you look around, there is a sudden flapping of wings, and a
healer minidragon lands on one of the low branches in front of
you.
ullo human, no need to
judge on first appearences here, the swamp is not evil, look,
look carefully... So you look, and
carefully, squinting your eyes into the darkness, and then, there
is light, pouring in from above you, the swamp teams with life,
the trees are still twisred, but that is only because they are so
old, they are more beautful this way you think to yourself. The
healer smiles at you.
my name
is Legtwen, greetings and welcome to this swamp, there is more
than meets the eye, as you've seen...but, she smiles sheepishly,you may have been
helped to feel that way, Syria, she has that effect on people.
A black mini lands beside, quite hard to see in
the darkness, but your sure she gives you a wry grin. Her voice
fills your head in a sort of sweet melencoly note, like she is
singing, not speaking. well met traveler, i see you are
learning to see, and not just look...sometimes the swamp does
that to people, it's always for the best you know. my name is
syria, if you have not yet guessed.she gives you another grin, this time
you see it quite clearly. She then flaps off the branch, nodding
her head at you, and leaving you with Legtwen.
The healer smiles at you,
and speaks in softer tones. do not mind her, she does not mean
badly. she's her own spirit, like the wind people say, sometimes
she comes, sometimes she goes. you need to learn to respect that.
the
healer smiles, you nod, she takes off into the darkness, but as
you turn to leave you find that now you can see, so you are not
quite lost anymore.
ullo human, no need to
judge on first appearences here, the swamp is not evil, look,
look carefully... So you look, and
carefully, squinting your eyes into the darkness, and then, there
is light, pouring in from above you, the swamp teams with life,
the trees are still twisred, but that is only because they are so
old, they are more beautful this way you think to yourself. The
healer smiles at you.
my name
is Legtwen, greetings and welcome to this swamp, there is more
than meets the eye, as you've seen...but, she smiles sheepishly, you may have been
helped to feel that way, Syria, she has that effect on people.
A black mini lands beside, quite hard to see in
the darkness, but your sure she gives you a wry grin. Her voice
fills your head in a sort of sweet melencoly note, like she is
singing, not speaking. well met traveler, i see you are
learning to see, and not just look...sometimes the swamp does
that to people, it's always for the best you know. my name is
syria, if you have not yet guessed. she gives you another grin, this time
you see it quite clearly. She then flaps off the branch, nodding
her head at you, and leaving you with Legtwen.