LK: Hey people! I'm startin' a new fic (duh) and it's Tortallian (another
obvious one.) THIS IS A MAJOR SPOILER FOR TAMORA'S NEW BOOK (called
Trickster's Choice, available at your local Borders) Anywayz, sorry, but
this might be a little messy, I major-ly broke my finger (rive, shut up) so
that's why I haven't been able to update... in... two, three months (?!)
(rive, shut up) Yeah, well, here u go
Disclaimer: if you recognize sumpin, it ain't mine. It belongs to the mistress: Pierce
Chapter One: Little Bo Sarrasri has lost her little Masri. (masri means girl, to an extent)
~ DIARY ENTRY ~
I, Veradalaine Sarrasri (A/N: sp?!) am officially worried. I haven't seen my daughter in a whole... *sigh* three days. The Nawat's haven't seen hide nor... feather of their son either. Coincidence? I think not. They must have run off together, but she is far too old for him... unless... you don't count the year she spent as an ever-metamorphosing... thing... and then the year she spent as a panther... and then... well, there you go. She must be somewhere with him. Well, now I feel much better. He is a good lad with a solid head on his shoulders. Well, now I just to tell his grandmother... oh, poor lad... I feel sorry for him now... not only is he probably stuck somewhere with my... um, child... when he comes home, he's going to deal with Lady Alanna. I can say that I don't envy the lad. *Sigh* well, I will gather my courage and tell her... tomorrow. It will probably take me that long anyways. Time to tuck in... a new day brings it's own challenges...
Disclaimer: if you recognize sumpin, it ain't mine. It belongs to the mistress: Pierce
Chapter One: Little Bo Sarrasri has lost her little Masri. (masri means girl, to an extent)
~ DIARY ENTRY ~
I, Veradalaine Sarrasri (A/N: sp?!) am officially worried. I haven't seen my daughter in a whole... *sigh* three days. The Nawat's haven't seen hide nor... feather of their son either. Coincidence? I think not. They must have run off together, but she is far too old for him... unless... you don't count the year she spent as an ever-metamorphosing... thing... and then the year she spent as a panther... and then... well, there you go. She must be somewhere with him. Well, now I feel much better. He is a good lad with a solid head on his shoulders. Well, now I just to tell his grandmother... oh, poor lad... I feel sorry for him now... not only is he probably stuck somewhere with my... um, child... when he comes home, he's going to deal with Lady Alanna. I can say that I don't envy the lad. *Sigh* well, I will gather my courage and tell her... tomorrow. It will probably take me that long anyways. Time to tuck in... a new day brings it's own challenges...