Post by dawntango on Oct 29, 2009 14:04:21 GMT 8
Ahh, I do believe i was being incredibly random when I wrote this a year or so back but...*shrug* read and enjoy my friends! (and please tell me what you think-no one did on Snapshots *glares*)
Arya Dröttningu was sitting in a tree. A pine tree, and not just any pine tree, a really, really, really BIG pine tree. This tree was a kind tree, even if the elf inside it was a murderer. It even had a name, the Meona Tree. Now Arya wasn’t thinking about any of that she was thinking of a quite stupid argument she and her mother had just had. In truth Arya should have listened to her but Arya was rather stubborn and, well she just liked arguing. It was getting late and twilight was creeping across the clearing, shadowing the ten year old elf. She stood and slipped on a wet branch. She hit the ground with a sickening crack. Her wrist was broken, she held it with her other hand.
“F#@*” she swore. Now I wonder where she learnt that word…
“Why are you swearing?” the very last person Arya wanted to see, well make that second-last, her cousin ,Niduen, walked into the clearing.
“No reason.” Arya fibbed. Now I’m afraid Arya is a very good liar but Niduen, who knew our dear princess very well wasn’t convinced
“Why are you holding your wrist?”
“No reason.” I fear Arya is beyond hope for that terrible habit…
“You broke it didn’t you?”
“Yeah” Arya nodded sheepishly “you won’t tell my mother will you?”
“it’s going to be a little obvious don’t you think?”
“not necessarily” Arya said looking intently at her cousin who was quite good with magic. At that moment; dun dun Duuunnn… Islanzadí walked into the glade.
“Why are you holding your wrist?”
“No reas-“
“She broke it.”
“Niduen!”
“She would have found out anyway.”
“I swear I will find a spanner and hit you over the head with it.”
“What’s a spanner?”
“Err not sure…”
Arya Dröttningu was sitting in a tree. A pine tree, and not just any pine tree, a really, really, really BIG pine tree. This tree was a kind tree, even if the elf inside it was a murderer. It even had a name, the Meona Tree. Now Arya wasn’t thinking about any of that she was thinking of a quite stupid argument she and her mother had just had. In truth Arya should have listened to her but Arya was rather stubborn and, well she just liked arguing. It was getting late and twilight was creeping across the clearing, shadowing the ten year old elf. She stood and slipped on a wet branch. She hit the ground with a sickening crack. Her wrist was broken, she held it with her other hand.
“F#@*” she swore. Now I wonder where she learnt that word…
“Why are you swearing?” the very last person Arya wanted to see, well make that second-last, her cousin ,Niduen, walked into the clearing.
“No reason.” Arya fibbed. Now I’m afraid Arya is a very good liar but Niduen, who knew our dear princess very well wasn’t convinced
“Why are you holding your wrist?”
“No reason.” I fear Arya is beyond hope for that terrible habit…
“You broke it didn’t you?”
“Yeah” Arya nodded sheepishly “you won’t tell my mother will you?”
“it’s going to be a little obvious don’t you think?”
“not necessarily” Arya said looking intently at her cousin who was quite good with magic. At that moment; dun dun Duuunnn… Islanzadí walked into the glade.
“Why are you holding your wrist?”
“No reas-“
“She broke it.”
“Niduen!”
“She would have found out anyway.”
“I swear I will find a spanner and hit you over the head with it.”
“What’s a spanner?”
“Err not sure…”