Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2006 18:16:36 GMT -5
Stairs trodden by so many bore the steps of another in ascension into Karador, who with straps across his chest had slung over his tanned back a large wicker basket, and below navel hugging his waist had tied a blue and teal sarong depicting waves. His bare soles found each granite step with lightness and spring, in no hurry yet determined to pass through the halls above.
A perpetual spill of water remained beneath him, traveling up the steps, cooling the stone heated from the sun; like a waterfall in reverse it faithfully trickled, dripped and flowed up the shabby stairs in his shadow.
The young man himself was slightly damp with perspiration but if he grew tired his face showed no signs of it nor did his peaceful countenance grow disturbed or decidedly determined brows relax from their furrowed position.
He reached the top where a small garrison of uninterested-looking guards, wielding in relaxed fashion swords and pikes, eyed him with some conspicuity as a puddle of water swirled and swished around his feet.
"What's your business?" one asked, turning a scruffy unshaven face back to another guard to continue quietly some conversation regarding a kitchen maid's comely physique.
"I'm a traveler and I bring my knowl.."
The meek words were scarcely out of his mouth when the initial guard's chainmail-gloved hand waved him on through. Soft chuckle escaped from the youthful fellow of aboriginal garb who then proceeded through the grand doorway, bent slightly at the waist to bow informally, and sloshed through the obedient puddle of clear water into the great hall.
A perpetual spill of water remained beneath him, traveling up the steps, cooling the stone heated from the sun; like a waterfall in reverse it faithfully trickled, dripped and flowed up the shabby stairs in his shadow.
The young man himself was slightly damp with perspiration but if he grew tired his face showed no signs of it nor did his peaceful countenance grow disturbed or decidedly determined brows relax from their furrowed position.
He reached the top where a small garrison of uninterested-looking guards, wielding in relaxed fashion swords and pikes, eyed him with some conspicuity as a puddle of water swirled and swished around his feet.
"What's your business?" one asked, turning a scruffy unshaven face back to another guard to continue quietly some conversation regarding a kitchen maid's comely physique.
"I'm a traveler and I bring my knowl.."
The meek words were scarcely out of his mouth when the initial guard's chainmail-gloved hand waved him on through. Soft chuckle escaped from the youthful fellow of aboriginal garb who then proceeded through the grand doorway, bent slightly at the waist to bow informally, and sloshed through the obedient puddle of clear water into the great hall.