Tuesday, July 7, 2009

"Anarion, we must talk."

Anarion nearly jumped out of his skin, and reflected wryly that whoever had invented that little cliche had been pretty acurate.

Aldarion stood in front of him, a thin crease between his eyebrows revealing what lay behind his carefully smooth expression.

This could be bad.

(Oh. I have to get off, I'll finish this later, all right?)

1 comment:

Perladiel Telepriena said...

Anarion is going to be in trouble if he gave in to Lira and put that stuff in the stew. :)
You all are doing a very good job writing this together! Keep it up!!
~Perladiel