Member Rara Avis
Whereupon, after twitching for interminable moments, she rose again and said in a bellowing whisper 'do you not like my addition to the Standard Faint? Twitches..yes, I think I shall patent that one - it will add to my meagre Income' and then she continued for the entire Room to benefit from: 'There is a decided lack of Continuity operating. I am most distraught. Either have me Outside, or In - Upstairs or Down. I shall not be in two places at once - really, it is not good for my precious Constitution. I have read some Philosophy in my Young Years and I am aware that Young Ladies such as myself know naught of space travel. And, further more...'
Here she was interrupted when she recognised The Rogue, Marianne, The Stranger, and a poor country Fellow who had strayed in accidently from putting the cows in for the night, all leaning nonchalantly on a pillar...
So loudly it came out as a horrendous Shriek.
'Strider!' she Shrieked to the dark and mysterious Stranger. 'Have you seen Legolas?? Oh Strider if you do not at this instant tell me where Legolas is I shall Frenzy!'
Strider dismissed the idiot Babble as beneath his attention, and drawing his grand Sword, announced 'I have finished my grand Telling of The Rare and Secret Edit Bird, a Children’s Tale. This is a Gift to you from the elves, my grand Friends; my Purpose is discharged. May the Force be with You. I must now Flee and find my meritable Companions...' and upon saying so moved grandly toward the door, and was heard muttering about a quest, and how could he forget, and what has happened to Gimli and Legolas, and where are the hobbits, and really I should stop feeling compelled to tell stories..
Alas, Lady Fair was foaming at the Mouth and was by now so insensible she could not possibly have stopped Him.
The strange Wind that swirled in through the heavy oak Doors upon Strider's exit brought her around once more. Fortunately, she suffered from 5 minute Amnesia as a result of her Frenzy Fit and Strider soon sunk into infamous Legend, and the Story with him. Her Heart saved from dying of Faster-Than-Light Longing she glared down her long long Nose at Rogue C.
'What, Sir, do you presume by coming Here?'
She could do no more at this instant than open her Mouth like a gaping Fish. Several in the honoUrable Company remarked internally that Fish sounded nice and quietly sought the banquet Table. Unfortunately for one Abigail Burten, the Fish proved too tempting to be eaten slowly and she choked in a most unladylike Fashion on a Scale. However-indeed-most certainly-why yes Sir, as she had remarked earlier that the banquet* was poorly produced, not a Body gave thought to aid her, and instead bade her to enjoy the Fish good and well. She did, and soon lay Prostrate and Lifeless. Indeed, two young Lads soon found it was fun to kick her Bonnet off her Head and use it as a Ball.
Alas, this was largely passed over, for the majority of the Company were held in thrall by the Drama between Lady Fair, Marianne, poor-fellow, Noealle/Isabelle and Rogue C.
Rogue C, suddenly lost his voice again at the words of Fair Lady and could only mutter 'Even now,' in an imposing Manner. Isabelle/Noaelle sucked on a last slice of Scottish Cucumber and ruminated on the effects of Poles in Buttons, while staring lovingly at Rogue C. poor-fellow stared around the Fine Company and ruminated on how big a word ruminated was for such a hick as he. Marianne was plotting how to get Rogue C back in her lap...she contrived to trip him up but the man was positively rooted to the Floor, alternately muttering Even Now and looking with desperate Eyes for an exit, after his hasty affectionate Greeting of Angel to the detestable Noaelle, and the Wrath he faced from Lady Fair.
With all the drama, no one noticed a Forbidding and Tyranical Man except one small serving girl who said to herself 'that looks like a Forbidding and Tyranical Father bent on revenge. I wonder whom has eloped within this fine Company...?'
*Which was held in the Shongoogladale Hall, owned by one Mr Summersbrook. He was at Bath for the month, and had thrown open his Doors kindly in his absense.
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