by Mitera Nikkou » Sat Oct 07, 2006 7:42 am
Donald inspected the pieces of pottery, glad that Holly had cleaned them off so well. Indeed, each piece, while smoothed over and missing smaller pieces in places, did seem to show evidence that they could have been part of the same pot. Not seeing any paintings, he inspected either side of the pieces, looking for clues for what the pot may have been used for. By the residual traces of the contents, his best guess was that it had stored food; however, he didn't recognize what kind, as he was only sure of the signs that indicated meats by look alone. It was a good find, and worth doing more with before sending it to a museim.
"Ah, this one certainly looks like the sort of pot that would be used for a kitchen back then." He said, more to himself. Then, once he was regarding Holly, he smiled and told her: "Good find, and good work recovering it. Could you place this on one of the examination tables, and start the initial report on it? I'm going to check the horses, and see if they need more water."
He looked as if he were going to say more, but he couldn't remember what his other reason was. Well, he figured that he would remember in good time. Though he did silently curse his old age.
The examination tables (of which there were two), were under the same pavilion as the table with the map and the table with refreshments.
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The only water in the area, was the dew that had remained in the shade of the trees by that time in the early afternoon. The river leading out of the Southern part of the forest was a few miles away from them. The stream (that they got their water from) was from a stray branch of that river, starting on the opposite side of the forest from where they had traveled around to reach the excavation site.
On their way out, however, they would both be able to notice a shiny object fall from a branch ahead of them, that stretched out beyond the main canopy of the forest. They would not see which branch among those in the area that it had fallen from, but they would see its path to the ground, and where it landed. Should they investigate, they would find a polished pebble, light grey in color, on a very fine blue string. In fact, if it weren't for the color, then it could have been mistaken for hair. The strangest part (if one were to inspect it closely), was that there did not seem to be the smallest hint of a tunnel for the pebble to be strung on.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned because only women can give two tits for every tat.
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