Duuuuude....
Aug 4, 2008 20:17:13 GMT -5
Post by Darastrix on Aug 4, 2008 20:17:13 GMT -5
Leif aimlessly wandered into the fields, no particular destination in mind. The bard had been bumming around Humontis for a good while now, and had found that if he wandered long enough, he'd usually run into someone or something interesting.
Like last night, for example. He'd met a man with seven wives. Every wife had had seven sacks. Every sack had seven--waitaminute. Leif paused and shook his head. That was a children's rhyme he was thinking of. He'd met a man, though, all right.
"Met a man with seven pipes," he said to himself, then paused. "Or was it seven herbs?"
Either way, he was still feeling whatever it was. He was a bit fuzzy-headed, and deliciously relaxed.
"Wow," Leif murmured, coming upon a large patch of brilliant red flowers. He couldn't remember ever seeing flowers that pretty before. Then again, his memory wasn't the most reliable thing these days. Sinking to his knees in the damp grass, he bent down and breathed in deeply of the flowers' scent, feeling an odd stirring in his chest. It was worth sharing, he thought, picking a few of the flowers to pass along to anyone he might come across. Tucking one of the smaller buds behind his ear, the lanky Fire continued on his way.
((In case there is any doubt, yes, these are the flowers Soahc meddled with when he got bored one day. If you inhale the pollen, you fall in love with the first person you happen to see.))
Like last night, for example. He'd met a man with seven wives. Every wife had had seven sacks. Every sack had seven--waitaminute. Leif paused and shook his head. That was a children's rhyme he was thinking of. He'd met a man, though, all right.
"Met a man with seven pipes," he said to himself, then paused. "Or was it seven herbs?"
Either way, he was still feeling whatever it was. He was a bit fuzzy-headed, and deliciously relaxed.
"Wow," Leif murmured, coming upon a large patch of brilliant red flowers. He couldn't remember ever seeing flowers that pretty before. Then again, his memory wasn't the most reliable thing these days. Sinking to his knees in the damp grass, he bent down and breathed in deeply of the flowers' scent, feeling an odd stirring in his chest. It was worth sharing, he thought, picking a few of the flowers to pass along to anyone he might come across. Tucking one of the smaller buds behind his ear, the lanky Fire continued on his way.
((In case there is any doubt, yes, these are the flowers Soahc meddled with when he got bored one day. If you inhale the pollen, you fall in love with the first person you happen to see.))