by kimmy1479 » Wed Aug 31, 2011 12:02 pm
~Menolly~
As Menolly played her reed pipe quietly in her room at The Harper Hall, her nine fire lizards sang a sweet counterpart. Their swirling eyes showed delight, and the lovely sound of their voices pierced the silent air. Her audience was Camo, who had been estatic to join her and the 'prettys'. Suddenly, just as the final notes of her song came to an end, she was gone. She gasped wen she looked around at the dark alley where she had mysteriously apppeared. Where was she? Why wasn't she at Harper Hall? The surprised chirps of her fire lizards echoed her fear and confusion. "Where Camo?" said the scared half wit. Thats when she saw them. To figures only a few feet away, 1 looked as confused as she, while the other sat with a book.
~Dustfinger~
He was walking down a path in the Inkworld with Qwin, content, if a bit bored. When suddenly he wasn't there. He knew what was happening as he dropped into a realm not his own. He knew all too well. But instead of the farmiliar face of Meggie or Mo, he saw strangers. 1 with a book, whom he assumed was the Silvertounge who brought him here. Another was a man dressed in such old garbsthat they might as well be from a shakespear play. (Thinking about it, he figured that he most likely was.) And third was a young girl, accoumpinied by a mass of miniture dragons, and a large man who looked so confused and scared, despite his age and size, that he figured him a half wit. Dustfinger was angry. Ripped from his world once again into this realm. And not even by someone he recognized! Where was Meggie? Where was Mo? He stomped up to the man with the book, smoke already eminating from his fingers. A warning of the flame to come....
~Scipio~
Scipio was walking towards the theature to meet Bo and the others with a sack of goods. He strode confidently down the street looking at the poeple passing him. Suddenly though, he wasn't strolling the streets of Italy, but in an alley. The place was full of poeple looking as confused as he. There where strange creatures that looked like dragons. There was a man with smoke coming off his fingers. And in the center of this mass of confusion, sat a cloaked man reading a book. There was also a man shouting in Italian, his launguage. He strode up to him, still wearing his Raven mask and carying his sack...
(Scipio speaks both Italian and English, as far as I know)