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Professor Gloom Member Elite
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Continued from /pip/Forum15/HTML/002326.html Excerpt from Kat's Shadow Chapter 4 part 3 Sometime during the night, the storm calmed to just rain. Sometime during the night they had removed their clothes and intertwined falling asleep. Then toward dawn the rain had wore itself out against the mountain gradually diminishing through a drizzle and stopping. The sounds of morning birds singing songs of joy mixed with the beat of gentle drips that were the remnants of the storm. He slept very deeply and when he awoke, the sun was beaming into the cave passed Kat as she stood in the entrance. She was silhouetted in the morning glow and he could tell she had unbraided her long black hair as the now gentle breeze fluttered it softly. He got up and walked over to her rubbing her shoulders and bringing her back against his chest as they both looked out to the valley before them. His hands slid down from massaging her shoulders and down her sides feeling the ribs beneath her smooth skin. When his hands reached her hips she turned beneath his gentle caress and looked up into his deep blue eyes. She turned her head to the side and looked out toward the valley. It was deep green with spots of color in the gullies. There was a beauty there now that was not there before the rain. Life had exerted itself with the touch of the rain, it was the simple magic of water giving life. They stood there like that for several minutes feeling the warmth of each others body and the rising sun. It was sometime later that they returned to the trail and he found himself humming as he walked enjoying the spring-like morning. The hike this morning was short and leisurely compared to the days before on the mountain. Before noon they reached a large expanse where a stream flowed swiftly across the gentle slope to fall down the mountainside bouncing off one out cropping after another becoming almost a mist before filling a pool far below. They watched the waterfall for several minutes as he described how it had changed over the years and the landscape across the valley they had yet to cross. He showed her plants with great tuberous roots and how to take half the root to leave the plant growing, which she learned the art of quickly using her small boot knife. Meanwhile he clambered down the side of the cliff picking leaves off of small plants that grew sparsely. It was wasn't long before he returned with a fistful to go with her two handfuls of roots and he lead the way toward where the stream came out of the mountain side. There by the crack in the mountain where the stream came out where he took off his packs, coat and washed the roots and herbs in the icy cold water. He had her search for twigs and sticks as he made a crude cooking hearth out of the nearby stones. After several handfuls she had a nice little pile beside the stones and he had pealed the roots and had them in a small pot from his pack. "We not in hurry today?" she asked in a soft voice. "Not for now," he said as he brushed back her hair from her face. Her hair was flowing unbraided and added to the peaceful beauty of the moment. Then bring her close for a soft kiss whispered. "Later there will plenty of time to hurry, but for now, how about gathering more of the roots." "No hurry, now," she said with an impish smile and launched herself at him knocking him on his back and landing on top of him as she tried to give him a big kiss. He fought it only briefly before accepting it completely. But even without a sense of hurry he soon gave her a soft smack on the bottom, not more than a firm pat, and sent her to gathering more roots. By the time she returned with more of the roots he had a small fire going and the pot was just about ready to boil. The pealed roots were sliced thinly in the pot of water held on a tripod of some sort. After washing the new pile of roots she placed them on some stones to dry, she then came over and sat beside him. He pulled her close as they watched the water come to a boil and fed the fire just enough to keep it burning. After a few minutes of watching he stopped feeding the fire and let it go to just embers. He pulled a small silver comb from his small pack and started to comb out her long black hair. He was the only person to ever comb out her hair since she was a little girl at the orphanage. "Braid your hair tightly now and you keep this comb in your things" he told her as he took the now simmering water and placed the pot into a shallow part of the stream to cool. She looked at the fine silver comb engraved with many unknown markings she didn’t understand yet. A Comb was something she had not thought to bring. By the time she had finished with her hair, he had drained the small pot and mashed it with a small club like stick with metal wrapped around the mashing end. Pulling out a small leather pouch he added the salt and the leaves he'd picked to the mash. He took the time to show her the salt pouch and how it was tied to identify it from the other pouches. After stirring the salt in good he handed her the spoon and pot and told her to eat half of it, which she did as he gathered the extra roots into a bag and then into his pack. While eating she watched as he started working on his packs. The small thin one he wore under his coat and the larger one that he wore outside his coat. Her own pack was very light and had just a few personal items in it. He had insisted she carry the bare minimum, her sling pack was heavier with the water than her backpack she wore under her cloak. She had eaten about half when she noticed a very large bird up in the sky circling. When mentioned about the bird, he stopped and looked up at it very intently. "Perhaps, it is a good sign." Then he added with a shrug, "Perhaps it's just a bird." End Chapter 4 part 3 Gloom The third part was going to be the last of this chapter, but too many rewrites have delayed the next bit of the chapter so I chopped it into finer pieces. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
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I'll be back. I sure need to get online at home! If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
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Prof, Yup I'm still intrigued. I've enjoyed them all and will wait for another. Chuckled at "the tripod of some sort"!  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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DennisTheMenace Member
since 2005-09-04
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so this is what you rite when not doing skool papers, cool! |
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