A Brief and Silent Interlude

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From: takcouma@aol.com (Takcouma)
Date: 23 May 1998 14:54:28 EDT

"Tis there anything I enjoy more than what I can reflect upon when I enter into this place?" the young Aztecdraconian questioned as her head tilted up toward the tall windows and the sun sharading down which indeed captured her heart.



"I think nay."



"I honor the spirits for all I feel in me soul this verra moment."



Marit closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose and then from a standing position, bent her knees slightly, extended her arms, and let out the good air. Another breath in. and the intake was even better.



The warlord's tourney, quick approaching, swindled her mind and whirled softly like a breeze. She only smiled, but seriously.



"And to the past I salute. Me spirit lives 'ere for the containment is that of the universe and beauty that surrounds us all. AND,....." She inhaled again, speaking softly as she exhaled, "tis 'ere I begun to learn."



Her bow was made as she kneeled low to the floor of the arena. A brief and silent interlude combed with honor and respect; the history felt deeply and quilted within the confines of her soul or her golden doorway to her soul: the eyes.



She arose and barefooted and with the skill of an indian, walked out, nay glancing back. The smile, the joy, the happiness, could be seen, if one could catch it, in the spring of her walk.



Her trip to Earth had been quite eventful and prosperous. rich, per say.....jeweled....or gemmed.



The only whispered words heard was a wish to all other warlord's in the tourney and to her parents and one child and her sensei. For combined was the teaching of harmony.



"for ye, me luv....for winning tis nothin' more than a lesson and tis becomes treasure for lot."



Marit,



A barefooted Aztecdraconian.



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