Nyyark Posted May 16, 2003 Report Posted May 16, 2003 Nyyark blinked at the brillance of bright colors. It took a few seconds, but when his eyes adjusted he was even more amazed. Everywhere there was beauty. The cobble stone trail in the central courtyard of the new keep had now been worn smooth by the passage of many feet. The trees had grown tall enough to provide shade, and both pine and leafy lent their scent to the faint breeze. As he continued down the path he saw that stone benches had been placed in the newly grown shade. They were carved into beautiful and fantastic creatures. Nyyark smiled as he realised that, being the pen, they may have been modeled after some of the members. Nyyark grinned as he saw a few old friends gathered around one of these benches. They each had a quill of a different color, and were stooped over a long roll of parchment. The atmoshpere suddenly picked up as Nyyark entered the main plaza. Everyehre there were events to be seen. Members and Iniates were moving about, laughing, participating. On his right he heard acting in the Conservatory. He remembered when the building was dark and dusty with little life. He looked forward the the warm smells of coffee and the darkness of candles in the Banquet Hall. The Pen had become wonderful. Where had he been when all of this happened?
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