Post by Raoul on Sept 1, 2005 13:14:07 GMT
A blonde man, with large alert brown eyes sat alone at a small corner table of the Hogs Head pub. He was uncommonly dressed, looking as if he had just walked out of a stage production of some 18th century love story. He combed his wavy shoulder length hair from his face, pulling it back to better watch the door which he did with singly determined interest. In front of him sat ignored ale and an unread book. Though this wasn’t strictly true, he had read the book a thousand times. It was the Holy bible, a particularly creased and tired looking copy. Beside that lay a dip-pen, ink and paper, the paper and nib clean.
The bar was relatively full as it was a Friday night, and several of the women in the bar were paying particular Raoul but he hadn’t even noticed they existed. He was worrying terribly. She was taking an awfully long time. When she had first spoken of returning to see this place, Raoul though she was mad, “But you’ve told me a thousand times of horrid things became there, love.” But when Erikka had an idea, almighty God could not dissuade her and, like so many ill quests, the set off at dawn.
He tapped his fingers on the dusty table, waiting for his wolf woman to return, unable to think that anything but the worst could have happened to her in that forest. Why had she been determined to go alone, had there been someone there she was saving him from meeting? No, this was madness. He had to stop thinking about her.
His eyes remained locked on the door.
The bar was relatively full as it was a Friday night, and several of the women in the bar were paying particular Raoul but he hadn’t even noticed they existed. He was worrying terribly. She was taking an awfully long time. When she had first spoken of returning to see this place, Raoul though she was mad, “But you’ve told me a thousand times of horrid things became there, love.” But when Erikka had an idea, almighty God could not dissuade her and, like so many ill quests, the set off at dawn.
He tapped his fingers on the dusty table, waiting for his wolf woman to return, unable to think that anything but the worst could have happened to her in that forest. Why had she been determined to go alone, had there been someone there she was saving him from meeting? No, this was madness. He had to stop thinking about her.
His eyes remained locked on the door.