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Sunni 3/6
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SUNNI'S GLORIOUS ADVENTURE
By
Culain Lach Feragh
Part 3/6
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Back at the keep, Tisha had lost interest in the trader
who was hastily packing up his stuff and getting ready to move
on to the next village. She had often wondered why it seemed
that everywhere she went, traders were always moving. It
didn't really bother her so she simply forgot to think about
it again. Reaching into her bulging pockets, Tisha pulled out
a small leather bound book. Cocking an eyebrow she wondered
who she had "borrowed" this from and started to flick through
the pages.
It wasn't long before she realised that it was Culain's
diary and her curiosity got the better of her. Just as she
turned to the last page she remembered the words of her
mother. "Curiosity killed the Kender... Never forget that
Tishavextra Fleetfoot". She pondered that thought for a moment
and then happily ignored it. Opening the last page she began
to read of Culain's thoughts from last night.
"I cannot get her image out of my mind. Everywhere I look
I see her face, her body, her delicate form. Is she real?
or have I just conjured up a valkerie from my mind to
quell my passionate feelings for Tisha? Tisha. Now that
name brings joys to my heart. In my soul I know I love
her deeply but to my sorrow I also know that it is not
meant to be. We cannot be together and I will not bring
myself to _know_ her intimately for it will only make
things worse when she gets the wanderlust.", Tisha reads
from Culain's diary.
A tear fills her eye and cascades down the Kender's tiny
face. Softly she weeps for him, knowing that what he says is
true and that she cannot help who she is, what she is. If only
there was a way to make him happy. If only there was a way to
keep his heart warm when nature claims her heart to wander
distant lands. She is not sure what she can do but she knows
that she must follow him. Running to the stables she quickly
saddles her pony Aiyla and grabs her Hoopak. She is going to
follow him and find him. Together they will work out a way.
The sun sits high in the sky and Culain judges that
midday is not far away. He has traversed nearly the full
length of the forest and his heart is pounding as he reaches
the familiar opening amidst the trees. His eyes dart around
wearily for signs of life but everything is quiet, tranquil,
almost too calm. Stoping the great Dardallion, Culain
dismounts and tether's his steed to a nearby tree. Taking his
bedroll from the mount's saddle Culain moves cautiously closer
to the clearing.
The sun radiates down through the canopy to bath the
opening in a golden light. The opening is covered in a layer
of soft, fine grass and a small stump stands in the centre.
Culain remembers that his brief glimpse was of the voluptuous
woman sitting atop this stump. Breaking the Forest's gloomy
darkness Culain steps into the clearing. The sun is warm upon
his face and his tensed shoulder's relax under its soothing
touch. Walking to the stump, Culain unties the bedroll and
spreads it out, before sitting down to gaze at the forest
around him.
Smiling to himself, Culain notices how the clearing is
all but invisible from the forest outside and only those who
stumble directly into its path would ever find it. Unerringly
he had returned to the same spot after but a glimpse of its
location. Surely there had to be something magical about this
place, or was there something magical about his vision?
Just at that moment he heard the trees rustle. Culain
turned on his heal in a single flowing motion, his long sword
Windrider leaping from its sheath into his tight grip.
Scanning the tree line Culain felt a calming presence wash
over him and he returned his weapon to its resting place.
Sensing that there was no longer any danger, the beautiful and
lithe form of a woman stepped into the clearing.
She was a vision of loveliness. Standing a little over 5
and a half foot sticks tall, with long curly auburn hair,
Culain's paramour smiled brightly. He could not break the
hypnotic gaze of her tantalising hazel eyes as her face lit up
with joy at the sight of Culain's return. Culain's eyes
wandered over her voluptuous form, she had a shapely hour
glass figure and firm, well-rounded breasts. She was wearing
nothing more than a silken robe that shimmered under the
sunlight. He could see through her thin robe, drinking in her
luscious shape with his eyes.
"You can back to me, but then I knew you would", Came the
melodic voice of Culain's vision come true.
"Please tell me if my eyes are deceiving me, for I would
not wish to tease myself if this vision is not true",
Culain said in a firm voice.
"Oh, Your eyes tell thee the truth fair warrior, I am as
real as the breeze you feel upon your cheek, or the
warmth of the sun upon your face.", Came the reply.
"You have me under your spell fair maiden, I could not
stay away any longer. I am Culain Lach Feragh", Came
Culain's formal introduction.
"<Giggle> My name is Sunni sweet prince, and I _do_ have
you under my spell. Alas I cannot help it, for Wood
Nymphs have a habit of doing such things", Sunni's
musical voice sang.
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