Chapter four! Same rating as last three chapters.. You know what? I'll only
post a rating if the chapter is anything BUT PG13, how does that suit you?
Remember, keep the reviews coming. Man, I feel for Link and Millerna
though...I've just spent a few hours practicing posting on a quarter horse,
and my butt hurts! OW! Wanna go back to Western saddle! And, for the love
of all things sacred, gimme a Tenessee walker to ride, not this big,
stubborn quarter horse!
I woke up in the morning in a bed, wearing a white nightgown. I could smell fresh bread and bacon from somewhere, probably downstairs. I could see a dozen horses outside the window, fourteen if you included Ebony and Link's red mare. This had to be a farm or something.
"Millerna?" Pretty Boy knocked on the door. "Can I come in?" I decided to be obnoxious: it was, after all, my strong suit.
"I don't know, can you?" I asked. Link sighed loudly and came in.
"You know, you really need to work on that attitude of yours," he informed. I gave him my best 'sweet-and-innocent' look.
"Me? Surely you jest. And exactly where are we?"
"We are at my friend Malon's ranch. She'll be up in a few minutes to...help you with all that girl stuff. After that's over with, you can come down and have breakfast. I'd guess that you're hungry; you've been asleep for more than a day straight."
"Seriously?" I asked. He nodded.
"Yeah. Although I had a marvelous time, not listening to you talk."
"Bite me, Forest Boy," I yawned. The red-headed woman who had appeared in the doorway laughed. She looked a few years older than me, probably Link's age (which I had not been far off on: he was a few months away from his twentieth birthday), and much thinner than me, although she still managed to have bigger breasts than I had. I hated that.
"Okay, Link," she said. "Out. We have female matters to attend to."
"Dear goddesses, I hope you can handle her," he muttered.
"She's only giving you a hard time because you're a boy, now go somewhere else," she commanded, sitting down on the foot of the bed as he left the room, closing the door behind him.
"Good morning," she said cheerfully. "I'm Malon."
"Millerna. Hi."
"Link seems to be having a bit of trouble with you, but that's just because he's inept at understanding women," she said, smiling. I smirked back.
"Oh yeah, he is. Thinks we're all weaklings who need men to take care of us. Well, screw that." Malon looked as though she didn't approve of my language, but didn't say anything about it.
She said, maintaining her almost unnervingly pleasant demeanor, "I'll run you a bath. While you bathe, I'll look for some clothes for you to wear."
"What's wrong with the ones I was wearing?" I asked.
"Well, they needed washing, not to mention that they were mens' clothes, and didn't fit you very well. I'll find you some proper clothes to wear." As much as I hated dresses, I figured it would be exceedingly rude of me to refuse Malon's hospitality, so I didn't voice my opinion.
***
I can't even begin to express how grateful I was to take a bath. I had always been a very clean person, and it really bothered me when I was unable to bathe.
I felt considerably better once I had gotten out of the bathtub. I wrang out and braided my wet hair, and wrapped a towel around myself to go out into the bedroom. Malon had left me several outfit choices. I decided on a plain brown skirt over a gauzy white dress (this was, believe it or not, the least girly combination) that looked like it really couldn't be worn without and overskirt, unless one wanted to look slutty, since it was almost transparent. Then again, I had no breasts to speak of, anyway, so I figured: What the hell? Why not wear something see-through? There's nothing to see.
"For the love of all things sacred, Malon, please tell me there's coffee," I begged the moment I was downstairs. I had quite an addiction to coffee: if I didn't have it, I got a headache. That's how it had been since I was thirteen years old. I loved coffee, I needed coffee!
"There is plenty of coffee, don't panic," Link said, lounging at the kitchen table with his own cup of coffee.
"Oooohhh, thank you, all things sacred!" I sighed, relieved.
"How do you like your coffee?" Malon asked, laughing at me.
"Cream and sugar," I replied. "Caffeine and sugar just go sooooo well together."
"You're going to be hyper as hell," Link commented.
"No, actually coffee with sugar is what makes me normal. You don't want to see me when I can't have coffee with sugar. I even scare myself on such occasions." I gratefully took my cup of coffee from Malon and sat down across from Link with it. I took a sip. "Aaahhh, coffee! I love you, coffee!"
"Millerna? I've established something," Link said.
"What would that be, O Pretty Boy?"
"You are downright insane."
"Yeah, so don't piss me off."
(A/N - Yeah, it's short, whoopdee friggin' doo. For reference, Millerna's coffee addiction is based on mine, as well as her small breasts being based on my own. Geez, I hate having tiny breasts, and so does Millerna, cuz she's my alter-ego! Well, one of 'em.)
I woke up in the morning in a bed, wearing a white nightgown. I could smell fresh bread and bacon from somewhere, probably downstairs. I could see a dozen horses outside the window, fourteen if you included Ebony and Link's red mare. This had to be a farm or something.
"Millerna?" Pretty Boy knocked on the door. "Can I come in?" I decided to be obnoxious: it was, after all, my strong suit.
"I don't know, can you?" I asked. Link sighed loudly and came in.
"You know, you really need to work on that attitude of yours," he informed. I gave him my best 'sweet-and-innocent' look.
"Me? Surely you jest. And exactly where are we?"
"We are at my friend Malon's ranch. She'll be up in a few minutes to...help you with all that girl stuff. After that's over with, you can come down and have breakfast. I'd guess that you're hungry; you've been asleep for more than a day straight."
"Seriously?" I asked. He nodded.
"Yeah. Although I had a marvelous time, not listening to you talk."
"Bite me, Forest Boy," I yawned. The red-headed woman who had appeared in the doorway laughed. She looked a few years older than me, probably Link's age (which I had not been far off on: he was a few months away from his twentieth birthday), and much thinner than me, although she still managed to have bigger breasts than I had. I hated that.
"Okay, Link," she said. "Out. We have female matters to attend to."
"Dear goddesses, I hope you can handle her," he muttered.
"She's only giving you a hard time because you're a boy, now go somewhere else," she commanded, sitting down on the foot of the bed as he left the room, closing the door behind him.
"Good morning," she said cheerfully. "I'm Malon."
"Millerna. Hi."
"Link seems to be having a bit of trouble with you, but that's just because he's inept at understanding women," she said, smiling. I smirked back.
"Oh yeah, he is. Thinks we're all weaklings who need men to take care of us. Well, screw that." Malon looked as though she didn't approve of my language, but didn't say anything about it.
She said, maintaining her almost unnervingly pleasant demeanor, "I'll run you a bath. While you bathe, I'll look for some clothes for you to wear."
"What's wrong with the ones I was wearing?" I asked.
"Well, they needed washing, not to mention that they were mens' clothes, and didn't fit you very well. I'll find you some proper clothes to wear." As much as I hated dresses, I figured it would be exceedingly rude of me to refuse Malon's hospitality, so I didn't voice my opinion.
***
I can't even begin to express how grateful I was to take a bath. I had always been a very clean person, and it really bothered me when I was unable to bathe.
I felt considerably better once I had gotten out of the bathtub. I wrang out and braided my wet hair, and wrapped a towel around myself to go out into the bedroom. Malon had left me several outfit choices. I decided on a plain brown skirt over a gauzy white dress (this was, believe it or not, the least girly combination) that looked like it really couldn't be worn without and overskirt, unless one wanted to look slutty, since it was almost transparent. Then again, I had no breasts to speak of, anyway, so I figured: What the hell? Why not wear something see-through? There's nothing to see.
"For the love of all things sacred, Malon, please tell me there's coffee," I begged the moment I was downstairs. I had quite an addiction to coffee: if I didn't have it, I got a headache. That's how it had been since I was thirteen years old. I loved coffee, I needed coffee!
"There is plenty of coffee, don't panic," Link said, lounging at the kitchen table with his own cup of coffee.
"Oooohhh, thank you, all things sacred!" I sighed, relieved.
"How do you like your coffee?" Malon asked, laughing at me.
"Cream and sugar," I replied. "Caffeine and sugar just go sooooo well together."
"You're going to be hyper as hell," Link commented.
"No, actually coffee with sugar is what makes me normal. You don't want to see me when I can't have coffee with sugar. I even scare myself on such occasions." I gratefully took my cup of coffee from Malon and sat down across from Link with it. I took a sip. "Aaahhh, coffee! I love you, coffee!"
"Millerna? I've established something," Link said.
"What would that be, O Pretty Boy?"
"You are downright insane."
"Yeah, so don't piss me off."
(A/N - Yeah, it's short, whoopdee friggin' doo. For reference, Millerna's coffee addiction is based on mine, as well as her small breasts being based on my own. Geez, I hate having tiny breasts, and so does Millerna, cuz she's my alter-ego! Well, one of 'em.)