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Sunni 1/6
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SUNNI'S GLORIOUS ADVENTURE
By
Culain Lach Feragh
Part 1/6
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Culain gazed over the lake towards Thimbulae forest as
the moonlight sparkled on the gently moving water. He wondered
to himself if he was dreaming. Earlier that day he had been
riding his stallion Dardallion through the outskirts of the
forest when he glimpsed the sight of radiant light piercing
the thick foliage of the forest above. He turned his mount and
walked him towards the clearing, as he drew close to the
brilliant light he could make out the shape of a woman sitting
atop an old tree stump. As he entered the clearing he was
momentarily blinded by the astonishing light and as his sight
returned the woman was gone.
He was amazed at how much he could remember of the
mysterious woman given that he had only caught but a glimpse
of her form. It seemed that her image was etched in his mind
and her could not shake that image. Even now, looking over the
lake he could see her beautiful face smiling back at him. She
had the most deeply captivating hazel eyes, that sparkling
with warmth and comfort. Her hair was a soft auburn, which
fell about her tender face in small curls. Her skin was a
gentle bronze hue and she had the figure of a goddess. Her
slender figure was all but 5 and a half foot sticks tall and
easily mimicked the hourglass he had in his room.
Drawing himself away from the tranquil image of his
unknown paramour, Culain turned from the lake and began to
make his way back along the rampart to his room inside the
keep. Opening the heavy oak door he gazed across the room to
the hourglass resting on his working table and once again the
lovely vision he had seen earlier came back to him. He turned
from the table and closed the door, cursing himself for
conjuring the lovely maidens image once again. His heart felt
as heavy as the door as he made his way to the bed and his
spirits were low. He could not shake the feeling which was
hanging over him. How could he love someone whom he had but
seen for a fleeting moment? Had he even seen her at all?
Woken from a tantalising dream about his mysterious
woman, Culain rose from his bed and whispered a little prayer
to the gods to stop teasing him with such heavenly visions. He
made his way to the window and stared once more into the deep,
dark forest of Thimbulae. before he had realised it he was
again thinking of the events of the previous day. Could he not
hide from these visions? Would his soul be at rest until he
had discovered her to be of flesh or of fantasy? No he could
not. He would not stop until he had discovered the truth and
set his tortured mind at rest.
Taking a fresh pair of doeskin leggings and a jerkin from
the wardrobe he dressed himself and headed down to the inn for
breakfast. He entered the inn and passed the maid a few coins,
kissing her gently on the hand and complimenting her on the
previous breakfast he had enjoyed. The matronly maid bowed her
head and blushed at the tall gentleman. Culain stood nearly 6
foot sticks tall and his sinewy muscled had been honed from
only a few years of adventure. He had only seen 23 winters but
he had grown fast and was very strong. He had short sandy
brown hair and piercing blue eyes that always made the maid
blush. Not what some fair maidens would consider a charismatic
man, he more than made up for it in his kind and gentle ways.
As Culain was waiting for breakfast he could hear a low
rumbling coming from outside. It sounded like an entire mob
bustling outside the inn but he knew better. Sighing to
himself, Culain took a deep breath and prepared himself for
what was to come. Suddenly the door burst open. Everyone
whirled around to see an empty doorway, then in a comical
fashion the patrons all looked downward. Standing in the door
was what appeared to be a small elven girl of about 4 foot
sticks in height. They soon realised their mistake when she
opened her mouth.
"HiyaEveryoneHowsItGoingTodayIsntItAWonderfulDayOutside
ForJustDancingInTheMeddowsIRememberMyFatherTellingMeThat
ItWasAlwaysAGoodDayToGoDancingOhByTheWayMyNameIsTishaFor
AllThoseWhoHaventMetMeYetHeyCulainISeeYouHidingOverThere
InTheCornerIWouldJustLoveToSitAndHaveBreakfastWithYou
Sweetie", Came the thundering voice of a Kender.
Like a young whelp Tisha skipped her way over to Culain
and plonked herself down next to him. She was just about to
open her mouth again when Culain raised his finger to his lips
in silenced her.
"What have I told you about talking that fast Tisha?",
Culain lectured her.
Tisha had a sulky look on her face like a young girl
might have and she cowered around Culain's words. Who could
have guessed that this bundle of hoy was nearly 20 winters
older than Culain? Tisha looked up into his deep blue eyes and
was about to open her mouth when she stopped in her tracks.
She pondered for a second, trying to put her thoughts together
in her head before she opened it again.
"I'm Sorry Culain. Your the only one who puts up with me
nowadays. Everyone else seems to move to Kara Tur or
something. I will try to speak slower, I promise", Tisha
replied with a cheeky grin.
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