Last eve in the clan hall was a bit strange. Morgion, a good friend and overall eccentric chap, was there. He serenaded me during an interview of an applicant.
After the meeting was over we sat in the hall talking. I remember giving him a peck on the cheek and then he hugged me... These little ticks invaded my hair and in the midst of slapping them away, I heard a small explosion and my hair was on fire!! Morgion had chanted a spell that caused my hair to burst into flame. He doused me with water by picking me up and tossing me on a spring in the hall.
I wasn't on fire anymore, but my hair and garb were ruined. After politely refusing Morg's offer of help to get me out of the spring. As I tried to pull myself up with my staff, I fell on my backside. Mainly because he not knowingly nudged my staff. We laughed a little as Morg commented that I might be a little "clumsy". I never knew myself to be clumsy, but at this point, I wasn't going to argue that point. Baffled by what had just occurred, I excused myself to the library.
Just another night in the Guardian hall...
Posted by Taryn at November 20, 2006 06:28 PM