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 | | From: | Cathy Mosley | | Subject: | [Winter Celebrations] - Let the Music Begin | | Date: | Sun, 26 Dec 2004 01:29:14 -0500 |
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[Admin: This is open all writers - old and new friends - to join in to
play. Bright Blessings of Health and Joy to all for the Coming Year!!!!
Cathy]
The gentle snow continued to fall - it had already covered the market
place in white carpet (at least before the merchants opened up), and now
glittered like minute gems against the sunlight as the flakes played on
the wind.
Yet, despite the weather, music from the various street performers could
be heard wafting with the snowflakes, and many merchants were setting out
stalls of hot food. And hawkers from the chocolate shops sang the wonders
of the warm drink to the shoppers.
Batista Dyer still felt some uneasy amazement that she was _still_ in
charge of organizing Montfort's winter festivities. Somehow the Merchant's
Guild had coaxed her into a third year. What frightened her was that it
gave her some pleasure to see the sharp green of evergreen woven around
windows, and to find good musicians to entertain. To see that food and
drink, warm and flavorable were available from the vendors.
She pulled the hood of her thick green velvet cloak over her black hair,
and was just starting towards the ice-skating (later to be the dance area)
when she saw Elektra and Fionnar coming towards her.
::Good Afternoon,:: she sent, ::Come shopping?::
"Mainly trying to find currants," Fionnar answered.
"And to drop off some papers at Judge Gilford's office," Elektra added.
::Why currants?:: Batista asked out of mild curiosity.
"Elenia's trying to teach Marla.....plus Melida and Kitrina....how to make
penny cakes." Elektra explained.
::Now I'm truly lost,:: the cloth merchant admitted.
"A brandy cake that has a penny hidden in it. Its luck to find the
penny," the Elektra explained.
"Except we didn't have any currants at the ranch," Fionnar added, "And we
decided to take care of two errands."
~And to spend more time with your lady,~ Batista privately amended. To her
surprise Fionnar had taken to his new life - once he had been Emmon
Filgers, private eye, and witness to a murder, but one with amnesia.
The young agent hadn't held out much hope - despite powerful magic and
intricate psionics - of him staying true to his new life (and body). Yet,
with the passing of the year it had become obvious that for the sake of
his Elektra he remained firmly within his life as Brion's bookkeeper.
::Mistress Dyer,:: Fionnar sent, ::Can I speak with you later?::
::Yes?:: the cloth merchant answered, wondering if some memory of that
brutal night had surfaced.
::I want to see about some nice cloth for Elektra.::
::Stop by about 3 pm,:: Dyer answered.
And knew that Fionnar's past would always sleep.
Soon each moved off on the errands, and Batista continued her way to the
center of the market place.
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