Ack! No! I couldn't think of exeptable name for Noria'dori in the beginning so I just used Silverdance (ewww!) until I though of something that suited her. I thought I had replaced all the Silverdances but I guess I missed some. *Sigh*
Lee T'lisa'kðsidörinhélåpælin - Feyling???? Im not going to ask were you got that from winged-sister. (hehehe! The spell check is having fun with your name!)
Celtic-Mage - Mua, ha, ha, ha! Well what do you expect? You're the one who related me to a Phoenix.
Sithelf - Grammar and spelling only exist to be the bane of my existence. Or do I only exist to be the bane of theirs....?
Herald Mistylenna - Huh? Ohhh… O.K. thanks! Will have to fix that. *Groan*
Stelmarta - lol! You've got me stuck on 'ack'! Its so much fun! Hmmmm… I suppose shes a druggie stripper, I never really looked at it that way...
Rosethorn - Ohhh… Thank you! I was trying to figure that out. I didn't have access to Arrows Of The Queen when I wrote this and I couldn't for the life of me remember Griffon's companions name. So I looked it up online and it got me horribly confused. Will fix.
Thanks to everybody who reviewed and is reviewing! It really made/makes my day! Ask Celtic-Mage, I was on cloud nine the day I got my first one and most of the day after.
As Celtic-Mage mentioned, I love fire. I share a character named Phoenix. Fire is my friend and often my companion. But sadly, I really don't know that much about fire and fire fighting. Near all references to fire and fire fighting are a mix of my somewhat non-existant common-sense and little snitches of things I've heard. Like always, I apreciate(can't spell!) any help and advise you have to offer. Also while Celtic-Mage tries to keep me out of trouble (mostly) I still don't know much about horses and any help on that will be apreciated too. (if I don't need it now, I will by the time Im done! lol!)
Thanks again!
Beryl
Chapter Two
The night air suddenly lit up and a loud crash filled the air as flames poured from a tall dilapidated building on the side of a nearby allyway. Harevis sped to a run without needing prompting and they pulled up next to the burning building in time to see a weasely little man and a few large burly men run out the door. Griffon reached down and grabbed the back of the small mans cloths, stalling his flight.
"What happened here?" he demanded, watching as more people spilled out of the building. Some were unharmed, but some bore proof of burns and were on fire themselves. He hardly needed to wait or the answer, if there was anything he knew, it was fire. The fire was hot, he could feel it from here, and had grown fast enough to shatter the buildings windows. The small man's words just proved what he had already deduced for himself. Griffon released him, already thinking about ways to stop it.
Its imposible. He relises within a second. There is no way I can extinguish that on my own, and no one will be here in time no matter how fast Harevis gets word out. The buildings around it aren't wood like this, and for once they aren't to crouded. No one really wants to live here enough to croud. That leaves evacuating as the only thing I can do successfully. With that thought in mind Griffon slung of Harevis and sprinted for the doorway. While Harevis was more inteligent than most humans Griffon knew and not built like any ordanary horse, she still was a liability in an indoor fire. She would help guide any assistance that arrived and try to attract some help.
By the time he got to the enterance the heat was to the point he had to take of his cloak, although the night was farly chilly. Men were fleeing the building, a greet many with burns and injuries. He had time to see Harevis round up the injured, probably with some mindspeaking trick she learned from the dyheli herdleaders at the palace. Then he slipped past paniced men trampling each other to escape the searing flames running up the walls and licking down from the ceiling. For every two steps he took he was pushed back one, or needed to stop and pull up some unfortunate soul who had been pushed down and was in danger of being trampled by his fellows. The smoke almost sufocatd him and he was soorly tempted to turn around and escape himself. No one would blame you, Wispered a poisonous corner of his mind, It wouldn't be your fault. I would bame me. He responded firmly to his most traitorous self. How could I look in the mirror each day if I didn't do this? How could I face Harevis?
Griffon forced his way through the press of bodies until he was past the crowd, most of them having aleady escaped. He peered around through the smoke, looking for signs of injured or trapped. The fire was deafening around him, and the crack of the old week beams over his head was a promise, but he had to do this. Griffon thought he saw a glitter of light, reflected of something moving off to the left, in the corner of what apeared to be a stage. He aproached carefully, searching the smoke for something that would trip him in the thick smoke. This inforced slowness was killing him but after he almost fell over several scattered and overturned chairs he knew he had no choice. once again he saw the flash of light. This time he was positive, there was someone there, and they were alive! For how long, that was the question.
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Dun, dun, dunnn.... Mua ha ha! another cliffhanger! Only this time all you have to do is hit the little button in the lower or upper right hand corner and, ta da! Presto, instant (almost) update. I love that. *Beryl grins*
O.K. that was a short chapter but it feels like I should end it and besides, Im posting two. Hope your enjoying it! Evilly fun plot twist coming up, not next chapter but soon. It should be completely random fun unless you have some perverse window into my psycy (I know thats not spelt right) and if you do you have my pitty. I think only the Imp Of The Perverse itself could survive with its sanity intact inside my head and thats 'cuase I don't think my Lord has any sanity to worry about, I know I don't!