Post by hilathic on Mar 30, 2008 17:22:25 GMT -5
Climbing out of the cellar of Orsmonder's Meats, Hilathic stretched deeply, raising his arms above his head and cracking his knuckles. Bending over he picked up his harmonica from where he had left it. Stepping over a drunk laying on the ground he brushed the dirt and grime off his new instrument. He'd sold everything he owned for the most part to get it but it was well worth the investment.
Climbing the steps of a porch near by, Hilathic sits down on the railing and brings the Harmonica to his mouth just as he hears a shout from around the corner where the drunken sod was passed out on the ground. Leaning forward slightly from his dark hiding spot, Hilathic could make out two individuals hurrying down the street in front of him. They where going the wrong way, the way they headed would lead them to a dead end.
Wait a minute, that was HER! That was the woman he had been following for weeks, trying to build the courage to speak to her. She was someone of importance though, and he had always had trouble speaking to someone outside his social class. This was his chance though, he should jump down and tell her she was going the wrong way and point her in the right way, she would be pleased with him, she would most likely thank him. But what did it really matter, things would most likely go wrong. Things always went wrong.
While contemplating his options she had disappeared around the corner and out of site. Damn him and his reluctances, over thinking, was always his bain. It got him in trouble with his faction, his religious leaders, and even his family. The only constant thing for him was his music...
More yelling? It seemed the two women where being followed, and they where trapped in the dead end. He had to do something, she was to important to him...
She had somehow disguised herself as a man and it looked like the dirty thugs where going to let her go! Damnit, one of them was staying behind to watch her. This was his chance, he would finally meet her... He lifted the harmonica to his lips and tried to copy the song she was now singing...
Climbing the steps of a porch near by, Hilathic sits down on the railing and brings the Harmonica to his mouth just as he hears a shout from around the corner where the drunken sod was passed out on the ground. Leaning forward slightly from his dark hiding spot, Hilathic could make out two individuals hurrying down the street in front of him. They where going the wrong way, the way they headed would lead them to a dead end.
Wait a minute, that was HER! That was the woman he had been following for weeks, trying to build the courage to speak to her. She was someone of importance though, and he had always had trouble speaking to someone outside his social class. This was his chance though, he should jump down and tell her she was going the wrong way and point her in the right way, she would be pleased with him, she would most likely thank him. But what did it really matter, things would most likely go wrong. Things always went wrong.
While contemplating his options she had disappeared around the corner and out of site. Damn him and his reluctances, over thinking, was always his bain. It got him in trouble with his faction, his religious leaders, and even his family. The only constant thing for him was his music...
More yelling? It seemed the two women where being followed, and they where trapped in the dead end. He had to do something, she was to important to him...
She had somehow disguised herself as a man and it looked like the dirty thugs where going to let her go! Damnit, one of them was staying behind to watch her. This was his chance, he would finally meet her... He lifted the harmonica to his lips and tried to copy the song she was now singing...