>Rounding a slight bend she seems him heading for the inn, and the dark lady >of silence steps out from behind a tree. His paint brush on her right palm, >as if offered. Jackson's eyes catch the movement first, movement from ahead. Pausing, so close to the woman's hand that only that is within his sight at the moment. Her hand holding his brush. He seems to stare at it for just a brief moment, and then lifts his eyes further up along her arm and then finally to her face. It was her... The crystal blue eyes seem confused at first as he looks at her, and then back down at her hand where the brush lay. How had she found that? Reaching forward, he lays his hand over the brush in her palm and with his other he cups the back of her hand. Pushing her fingers closed around the brush, his gaze lifts to meet hers, and he gives a minute shake of his head, the saddened look within his expression more than evident. "You keep it.. I can never use that brush again." She had been kind enough to return what he had thrown away, and that one small gesture made an impact, though she likely didn't know. Offering her a soft smile, he nods his head. "Thank you.. but I can't.." ________________________________________________________________ YOU'RE PAYING TOO MUCH FOR THE INTERNET! Juno now offers FREE Internet Access! Try it today - there's no risk! For your FREE software, visit: http://dl.www.juno.com/get/tagj. -- To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] with "unsubscribe dragontales" in the body of the message.
