Post by Shadi on Mar 29, 2008 21:08:04 GMT -5
Shadi was wearing his usual out fit, a tan outer garment and turban. This contrasted well with is tan skin. He smiled I have made it safely to Japan. Of course I knew I would. Shadi thought to himself. He took no notice of the scenery of the park where he was sitting on the bench.
Shadi was sitting with a book in his lap but not really reading. He was thinking of Egypt and the head tomb keeper’s wayward son Marik. Shadi was worried both for the item in his grasp and the rest of the items. He had not sensed a thing from that item from some time. Shadi supposed this was because the ‘rod’ had accepted Marik as its chosen keeper.
Still He was here to track down the new items he had sensed and take the measure of their owners. There were two of these. What they were and where they were he could not tell, but they seemed ‘content’ if that was the word to describe it. He absently touched the place where his Key hung weighty and Shadi was comforted in its weight.
Shadi was sitting with a book in his lap but not really reading. He was thinking of Egypt and the head tomb keeper’s wayward son Marik. Shadi was worried both for the item in his grasp and the rest of the items. He had not sensed a thing from that item from some time. Shadi supposed this was because the ‘rod’ had accepted Marik as its chosen keeper.
Still He was here to track down the new items he had sensed and take the measure of their owners. There were two of these. What they were and where they were he could not tell, but they seemed ‘content’ if that was the word to describe it. He absently touched the place where his Key hung weighty and Shadi was comforted in its weight.
