Registered: Mar 2001
Sun set and the stranger was still standing there in shock, convinced, Ileni was sure, that the rag-tag group of her fellow travelers had confounded the poor man beyond belief.
Ileni tilted her head to one side, a bad habit she'd picked up from young Foxhead and considered her options. Sleep sounded good; she still wasn't completely recovered from the wave of craziness at the shore. Food seemed to be a priority if the indiscreet rumbling in her stomach was any indication. She looked around for the others. They seemed to be as immobile as Sean. Perhaps I can sneak off? she wondered tentatively.
Consulting her mother's spell book, she turned the pages both quietly and quickly until she found the magic she was looking for. Summoning up her courage, she tiptoed stealthily behind the hut.
An incantation, a few flamboyant arm movements, a flash, and voilą! She slowly dissolved, reappearing moments later in front of a white-washed stone building. It was low-slung. The air was fraqrant with the heavy scent of exotic flowers. A warm, salty breeze drifted across her face. "Ahhhhh." She inhaled deeply, feeling the moist air rejuvenate her. Thank you mother! She smiled, patting the leather-bound book back in it's secure location in her pouch. She laughed in memory of the well-worn page, obviously a favorite. A dark-haired lad walked by with a silver platter in his hand and pointed towards a canvas-striped chair. With a flourish, he handed her a brightly-colored concoction in a crystal vial, complete with, of all things! she gurgled, a miniature umbrella!
She propped her feet up, laid her head back, and began comtemplating the book she would soon write... I wonder, she grinned, if they've even noticed I've gone? I hope my stand-in is having a good time there!
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