"Songs and stories from the Bardic Competition"
Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 1:26 am
*lights his pipe and puffs on it calmly*
*pulls a mouthful of smoke from a pipe*
*Mutters a bit and makes wave of his hands through the pipe smoke forming illusions of the story as he tells it*
This here story be known as “The White Calf”.
*Eyes twinkle as he puffs on his pipe – removes it from his mouth and begins...*
A farmer and his son were walking the fields between Ashabenford and Peldan's Helm looking for a white calf that had gotten away from them during the spring herding.
The sweetest thing ye ever did see it was, with big innocent eyes and not a speck of color on her - like a glowing piece of Selune herself she was come down to Toril to delight the eye of any who saw her.
Ach, the wee thing's little moo would break your heart to hear it when it cried out for its mother.
Well anyways, these two were searching for this treasure when the sky opened up and began ta raining buckets upon them!
Soaked to the skin they sheltered themselves in a dry barn cozy as could be, the father cautioning his son to be quiet like a mouse. As they'd not permission from the owner to use his barn and if he heard them might conceive them as vagrants and forcibly eject them from the property.
After they had settled themselves down for the night in the straw and all; there was the stealthy sound of the barn door opening whence came a noise of feminine giggling and deep throaty laughter – a man's voice. Putting his finger to his lips the father motioned for his son to stay quiet; wide-eyed the boy nodded nervously.
The sound of kissing and hastily discarded clothing near their hiding place filled the silence....
Quietly the man 'midst his partner's urgent sighs rejoiced upon her naked beauty “Goddess, I can see the whole world – and what beautiful fields she has!”
Overjoyed, the young boy yelled out: “Do ye see our white calf then sir?”
*winks and puffs his pipe eyes twinkling with mischief* so ended a promising evening...
*pulls a mouthful of smoke from a pipe*
*Mutters a bit and makes wave of his hands through the pipe smoke forming illusions of the story as he tells it*
This here story be known as “The White Calf”.
*Eyes twinkle as he puffs on his pipe – removes it from his mouth and begins...*
A farmer and his son were walking the fields between Ashabenford and Peldan's Helm looking for a white calf that had gotten away from them during the spring herding.
The sweetest thing ye ever did see it was, with big innocent eyes and not a speck of color on her - like a glowing piece of Selune herself she was come down to Toril to delight the eye of any who saw her.
Ach, the wee thing's little moo would break your heart to hear it when it cried out for its mother.
Well anyways, these two were searching for this treasure when the sky opened up and began ta raining buckets upon them!
Soaked to the skin they sheltered themselves in a dry barn cozy as could be, the father cautioning his son to be quiet like a mouse. As they'd not permission from the owner to use his barn and if he heard them might conceive them as vagrants and forcibly eject them from the property.
After they had settled themselves down for the night in the straw and all; there was the stealthy sound of the barn door opening whence came a noise of feminine giggling and deep throaty laughter – a man's voice. Putting his finger to his lips the father motioned for his son to stay quiet; wide-eyed the boy nodded nervously.
The sound of kissing and hastily discarded clothing near their hiding place filled the silence....
Quietly the man 'midst his partner's urgent sighs rejoiced upon her naked beauty “Goddess, I can see the whole world – and what beautiful fields she has!”
Overjoyed, the young boy yelled out: “Do ye see our white calf then sir?”
*winks and puffs his pipe eyes twinkling with mischief* so ended a promising evening...
