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post #4 of (permalink) Old 07-16-11, 12:51 PM
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Speeding over the heads of those assembled, Carane exulted a war-shout of glee. Looking back over he shoulder, it seemed that one of the others had taken it as a challenge. She hadn't intended it as such, but neither would she shy away from it when it came:

The serpent of the quest for enlightenment always guided with purpose and cunning, even in the unexpected places of the galaxy.

The one who followed showed daring, if little control, but something about his style was humourous and spurred her to further her own efforts. Jutting spars and crossways flashed by, potential disaster blurring past mere inches away.

Initially, she had thought him skilled and he showed a certain courage, yet his motions proved themselves merely dangerous antics. Yes, the bikes were responsive -almost an extension of one's body- yet few could achieve such skill.

Although she was on the Path, even Carane acknowledged she had lifetimes of skill to learn and the standard conveyance was not built for such manoeuvres.

Trying to position herself closer to him to be heard over the various screaming engines, she wove between beams and girders.

Pointing to the bike's wildly vibrating wings, she shouted in warning: "You need to slow down...your steed is not built for such tolerances!"

Perhaps he did not care, or perhaps he thought it a 'dare' to his courage, but she hoped he would heed.

Sharply decelerating, she rejoined the rest of the unit in their combat rolls, swoops and dives.

Always feeling happier in the company of her fellow Path, Carane knew that now was not the time for being insular or too-protective of one's ways.
A maelstrom was coming, one which they all had to work together to defy and perhaps even defeat.

Though novel, such a situation was intriguing to her.
Yes, The Cosmic Serpent did indeed move in unexpected ways and she held his love close to her heart as she rejoiced in the thoughts of what might be to come.

Urgently trying to trace any living relatives of Private Sam/Samuel "Jock" Wilson (Black Watch, No. 6 Commando, UK Army Service ID 2764432, died 10.06.44). Any info/suggestions gratefully received.

"Mockles! Pent on silpen tree, blockards three a-feening. Mockles! What silps came to thee, in thy pantry, dreaming?"

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