06-10-2004, 01:16 AM
Yalene smiled at Tatyana, âYe sure ye would not grow tired of âearinâ sea tales?â She asked the group gathered, âUnfortunately those are the only tales that I know.â Yalene looked into the fire, recalling how many tales she would be able to tell on the evenings she was given; she knew a great many, but some were not as interesting as others. She was intrigued to here some of what Tatyana or Mila could tell, both women seemed so worldly, Mila most especially.
âOâcourse, there is always embellishment tâbe done if the tale is not interestinâ tâthose gathered.â Yalene continued, she didnât embellish often but occasionally it was needed to keep your audience interested in what you were saying. She wasnât much of a storyteller either, what she had learned was from older sailors as a child and they were not amongst the renowned as far as telling tales went.
âOâcourse, there is always embellishment tâbe done if the tale is not interestinâ tâthose gathered.â Yalene continued, she didnât embellish often but occasionally it was needed to keep your audience interested in what you were saying. She wasnât much of a storyteller either, what she had learned was from older sailors as a child and they were not amongst the renowned as far as telling tales went.
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