Clen Thoran parted the clouds and dove toward Plumwood Manor, the home of Dr. Bloor. He knew and accepted that his job was to fly down to the roof of that building. Yes, the roof.
Clen narrowed his glowing red eyes as he pinpointed the chimney. That was where he needed to be. Clen jerked his wings back and glided in a circle around the building, easing into a landing on the roof. He slid as his boots met with the icy roof, and he went into a skid toward the chimney. He smacked face-first into the brick, jarring it. He landed with one knee on other side of the pointed roof and shook his head as he looked at the cracks in the brick in front of him. That's fine, he thought as he regained his orientation, I need to go *inside* here, anyhow. He paused for the briefest moment to wonder *why* he needed to do these things, but the thought quickly left his mind. He reared back and punched through the side of the chimney. Clen heard a faint snap as his fist collided with the chimney. Bricks cracked and fell down into the hole and Clen Thoran rubbed his hand, feeling places where his bone was broken in more than one spot but feeling no pain. He heard something fall down the tunnel below him, a carcass thudding against stone. There was some yelling below, also, in a language Thoran did not understand. He looked up, seeing shiny Ellurian boots in the partial chimney above him. It was Gerart Bromin. -- To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Archives & Other DMI Lists: http://www.dragonmyst.f2s.com/lists.php3
