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Krel Ansell · 01-27-2015, 05:13 PM

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Originally Posted by Gabben

*It took him a little while but Noah made it toone of the highest branches. Taking a seat he looked out over the lake. It was rather pretty he thought. Maybe he could get Emma to take a picture thst they could send home to their dad. He still had his pack on his back but thankfully he took his books out. While climbing he had not heard someone come up to the tree. He did however hear something on the water but figured that it was just the giant squid. Hanging the pack on a near by branch he pulled out one of his most prized possessions, a panpipe.

As a kid his aunt, uncle, and dad would always read to Emma and him every night. Truth was if he asked his dad to do it when they got home he would. Emma always wanted girly stories, while Noah leaned more toward adventure, and his favorite was Peter Pan. He didn't know why but he always loved that story and must have read the book over twenty times. For his seventh birthday he wanted a panpipe just like Peters. So Noah's dad helped him build one, it went horribly and in the end his dad just baught one. After that Noah started teaching himself how to play it.

Putting the panpipe to his lips he closed his eyes and started to play it. The song Flower of Scotland started to fill the air by the lake. Music and read were always his favorite things to do on his down time.*

Daisy was in mid-toss stand when something started making noise. She couldn’t hold onto the stone and it plopped loudly about 5 feet off shore. She looked around wondering if a bird was hurt or something. It sure was making a peculiar noise, kinda sounded the like the keening dragons made when sick. Her mom always warned her to stay away from animals making odd noises.

It took her a moment to realize the sound was coming from above her. The fact that it was from something in a tree confirmed, in Daisy’s 11-year old mind that it had to be a bird. She looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun that was peeking through the leaves. “What the…” she trailed off. Was that a person up there making that banshee inspired noise? No, it was even worse! It was a boy. And not just any boy. It was Noah.

Noah, the boy she had come to think of as the personification of annoying and arrogance all rolld into one. Was he following her now? She totally forgot the fact that when she got to the tree, she was alone on the shore. Instead she was busy wondering what it was with boys and trees. The last time she had been able to make it outside for some sunshine, Damion had wanted to climb a pine tree and Daisy had advised against it, as pine branches were notorious for breaking under foot when climbed.

The noise wouldn’t stop. “Oye!” Daisy yelled fighting the urge to chuck one of her skipping rocks up at Noah. “Are you killing a cat up there?”

01-27-2015, 05:13 PM	#127 (permalink)
Krel Ansell DMLE & DIMC Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Quote: Originally Posted by Gabben It took him a little while but Noah made it toone of the highest branches. Taking a seat he looked out over the lake. It was rather pretty he thought. Maybe he could get Emma to take a picture thst they could send home to their dad. He still had his pack on his back but thankfully he took his books out. While climbing he had not heard someone come up to the tree. He did however hear something on the water but figured that it was just the giant squid. Hanging the pack on a near by branch he pulled out one of his most prized possessions, a panpipe. As a kid his aunt, uncle, and dad would always read to Emma and him every night. Truth was if he asked his dad to do it when they got home he would. Emma always wanted girly stories, while Noah leaned more toward adventure, and his favorite was Peter Pan. He didn't know why but he always loved that story and must have read the book over twenty times. For his seventh birthday he wanted a panpipe just like Peters. So Noah's dad helped him build one, it went horribly and in the end his dad just baught one. After that Noah started teaching himself how to play it. Putting the panpipe to his lips he closed his eyes and started to play it. The song Flower of Scotland started to fill the air by the lake. Music and read were always his favorite things to do on his down time. Daisy was in mid-toss stand when something started making noise. She couldn’t hold onto the stone and it plopped loudly about 5 feet off shore. She looked around wondering if a bird was hurt or something. It sure was making a peculiar noise, kinda sounded the like the keening dragons made when sick. Her mom always warned her to stay away from animals making odd noises. It took her a moment to realize the sound was coming from above her. The fact that it was from something in a tree confirmed, in Daisy’s 11-year old mind that it had to be a bird. She looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun that was peeking through the leaves. “What the…” she trailed off. Was that a person up there making that banshee inspired noise? No, it was even worse! It was a boy. And not just any boy. It was Noah. Noah, the boy she had come to think of as the personification of annoying and arrogance all rolld into one. Was he following her now? She totally forgot the fact that when she got to the tree, she was alone on the shore. Instead she was busy wondering what it was with boys and trees. The last time she had been able to make it outside for some sunshine, Damion had wanted to climb a pine tree and Daisy had advised against it, as pine branches were notorious for breaking under foot when climbed. The noise wouldn’t stop. “Oye!” Daisy yelled fighting the urge to chuck one of her skipping rocks up at Noah. “Are you killing a cat up there?” __________________