Hi,
I'm here again with the next adventure of our favorite explorers.
This time they want to spent they time in peace as usual, the day starts out as usual they find a stranger as usual, BUT after that came the adventure as usual or maybe not? Hope you'll get the answer soon and will have a good time reading this story.
It's another part of my famous series. :DDDDD So please read the previous stories (New friends, The storm, Snyssa, The Ability to Forgive, Just a Nice Picnic) before, you start this one.
Disclaimer: I don't own the main characters. They are from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World. :)
Thank you Kssarah for the great help this time again!
The Potion
Chapter 1
Marguerite Krux struggled as she walked down the stairs, her arms heavily loaded with items she considered necessary to properly prepare herself for the explorers next trip. She could hardly see anything behind the high tower of boxes she carried. Suddenly the weight lighten and she found a familiar handsome smile in front of her.
"Can I help you?" Asked the hunter as he moved down the stairs with the boxes, not bothering to wait for Marguerite's predictable answer.
"What a chivalrous mood you are in today!" Marguerite commented as she followed him inside her room.
"You see? Now my day is made." Roxton stopped in the middle of the room and at Marguerite´s gesture laid his cargo on the bed. She immediately started to organize the items, so he remained to play the part of the "silent observer".
"What do you mean?" She asked as she packed.
"Well, you now recognize one more talent of mine and that recognition is very valuable to me." He answered stepping closer.
"Really? And that's enough for you for one day?" She turned to him to find him standing only a breath away from her. "I thought you were much more adventurous than that." She added softly as she stared deeply into his loving eyes.
"Well," He nearly whispered bowing his head closer to hers. "I can´t let you be disappointed." And finally he kissed her softly.
The last thing in Marguerite´s mind was to pull away. Moreover, she enjoyed the rare opportunity when they could be alone. She slowly moved her hands up his chest, but before she could wrap her arms around his neck footsteps were heard and they hardly had enough time to pull apart before Richard stepped in.
"Ah! So you are here! Is Charlotte here too?"
"Can you hear flowerpots crashing to the ground?" Exclaimed a frustrated Marguerite. "Any noise or scene which could indicate pure catastrophe? No? Than she is NOT HERE. But I must add, you could have come to the same conclusion if you simply opened your eyes."
Richard just stared at her, without moving. Not that he had never seen any of Marguerite little outbursts, but this time he didn´t understand the cause.
Breaking the silence Roxton said: "I don't think she is in the treehouse.". "About a half an hour ago I saw her heading toward the meadow with a riffle and a book."
"Oh, Thanks." He turned away, but was stopped by Marguerite´s question.
"Why are you searching for her?"
"Well, just...oh...um... You know Malone and Veronica have gone to the Zanga village, you´ll also start out soon and...and Challenger and I thought that she could prepare lunch. Yes. That´s it. Exactly." He finished explaining his reasons. " I had better go." And he nearly ran out of the room.
"What was that about?" Lord Roxton asked as he turned to the mysteriously smiling women.
"Haven´t you noticed that between our younger friends something has changed since our last adventure?"
"Richard hasn´t been himself for a while" Roxton considered.
"And Charlotte is just flying through the treehouse the whole day. You can hardly have a normal conversation with her."
"I´m sure it´s just your imagination. Charlotte...well...how should I say it... she´s never stood with just two feet on the ground...
The woman sighed and shook her head. How could a man with such bad eyes be such a great hunter?
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