Post by Faron on Apr 20, 2006 2:18:20 GMT
Upon the side of Ossiariand's principle river sat Faron, Errant Elf, traveler, and writer. His sword rested in its sheath upon the ground next to him, and Faron stared intently at a spot right in the middle of the river, where a river-bird stood upon a fallen tree: perhaps from up-river or perhaps placed there by a wandering god, Faron couldn't care less as long as the bird stood still upon it.
After a few seconds of study, Faron made some preliminary sketches inside the large tome upon his lap, an untitled book, but one which he someday wished to call The Encyclopedia of Creature of the World or some-such name, upon which he hadn't fully decided.
After a few seconds of study, Faron made some preliminary sketches inside the large tome upon his lap, an untitled book, but one which he someday wished to call The Encyclopedia of Creature of the World or some-such name, upon which he hadn't fully decided.