Friday, January 15, 2010

Tawny


Sable Carlisle the raven tressed archeologist sometimes philosophy student gently unearthed a shiny object from the tawny golden sands. Beneath her well formed hands a mystery slowly revealed itself.

She brushed these same hands across raised symbols on what, as it emerged appeared to her eyes to be a gong of some sort.

Sable squinted those intriguing hazel hued eyes in the brisk afternoon sun.

This dig had obsessed her and some of her comrades. Many times she had consulted her charts, maps and geography notes. Yes this was the one she mused as she unfolded an old scratched up parchment.

Upon second inspection she scrutinized golden artwork circling about the large gong shaped object. These, she pondered must be symbols of a sort. However whom or which culture did they belong to? Her mind accessed her mental library.

Here on this gong she saw a meticulously crafted pattern that depicted some type of ancient brick castle.

Working her fingertips in a sweeping counter clockwise motion she traced along over the archaic symbols.

Her eyes delighted in the artful symbols and she mused at their archaic meanings. She scratched down notes on her floral notepad, beginning a primitive list of sorts

Sci~fi technical jargon take two
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