by aurumlupus » Thu Mar 08, 2012 2:10 pm
Sev nodded. Above his hawk gave a cry that was as high as Azsarah's had been. Sev gave a two pitched whistle, and the hawk cried again. Sev then gave his whistle for the hawk to come down. It landed on his shoulder, and peered around at the camp with fierce and proud eyes.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more:
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."