Chapter Title : This is Her?
Grey stood somewhat at attention with Wryan beside him. Wryan was
casting Grey dirty looks and obviously still upset about being fried but
he wasn't going to show disrespect to the princess- who had yet to
appear. Therefor, Grey was lounging somewhat, arms crossed, weight on
one foot. He was aware that he was getting strange looks by those
walking past the guards blocking the airlock that the princess would
emerge from.
"You really aren't taking this seriously are you?" Wryan hissed, leaning
toward Grey with an evil look.
"I realize that you think there could be an extraordinary amount of
money involved in this, Wryan, but she's not even here," Grey pointed
out and glanced at Wryan.
Wryan sighed, "True," and slouched. "But then.. you don't know what the
princess LOOKS like do you, Grey?" Just then the airlock whirled open
and the short young man jumped back to attention.
Grey slowly turned his head to look at the air lock and felt like
someone had hit him in the back of the head with a sword. The young
woman was NOTHING like what he'd vaguely thought Amelia should look
like. True, her hair was black, and true her eyes were sapphire blue,
but that was pretty much where similarities ended.
She was about five feet and four inches, to Grey's assumption, with hair
twice as long as that it seemed. Her hair was tied up in a fantastic
design of braids that were wrapped around her head and let fall down her
shoulders with two locks loose in front of her ears. Perched atop her
hair and nestled within it were jewels and a tiara that Zelgadis
recalled Amelia wearing long ago. Starting at the tops of her ears was a
string of diamonds that was clipped all down the edge of her ears to the
lobes and hanging even further down, almost past her chin. Her face was
oval with wide sapphire eyes bright and full of life with a light
dusting of freckles on her cheeks.
She had a very nice figure for a girl of about seventeen, her curves in
all the right places with just the right amount of immaturity to make
her look completely innocent yet capable of breaking hearts. She wore a
deep blue dress that draped in folds down to the floor and which she
held up with her dainty hands covered by the lace ends of her sleeves.
Hanging around her neck was a gold necklace and oval locket.
~*~
Zelgadis held out his hand, an oval locket of gold dangling from his
fingers, "I- want you to have this.. Amelia.." A blush was smeared
across his cheeks like paint on his rocky skin.
Amelia moved closer, taking his hand into both of hers. "Zelgadis-
san..." she whispered softly, "Why do you have to go?" tears glittering
in her eyes.
"Because... I- it- this might be it, Amelia, it might be my cure and...
I'm sorry about doing this to you..." he replied, looking at their
hands, watching as Amelia tried to slide her fingers between his. He
pulled his hand away. "I'll come back.. when I'm cured."
Amelia watched as he left, one hand on her stomach, the other clutching
the locket he'd given her. She bowed her head, tears falling, "I- love
you..." she whispered.
~*~
Grey blinked, coming back into reality, realizing that that was the
locket Zelgadis Graywords had given to Amelia- the first. He found that
he'd been staring at her- or more precisely, the locket, but she
interpreted it as staring at her and blushed.
"Why.. Mister Wyrs," she flicked out a fan and fluttered it uselessly in
front of her face, "Do you find me attractive?" She didn't actually say
that, but Grey could swear she had simply by actions. Closing his eyes
he heaved a sigh. She fluttered her fan more and actually spoke, her
voice dulcimer, "I assume you are Grey Wyrs?" she breathed, gliding
closer, one hand lifting to pick up the locket and open it, looking
inside it, she looked at Grey and favored him with a smile, much to
Wryan's jealousy. "You look just like him!" she breathed her
exclamation, hardly seeming excited at all.
"Princess-" one of her advisors started to say. He was a wizened old man
with a long white beard and eyebrows that hung in front of his squinted
eyes. His skin was sagging from his bony face and his head was bald with
dark speckles. Almost like an egg.
"I already realized what I am. The caution is not needed," Grey stated
simply, eyeing the four advisers ranged behind the princes. They'd
entered while he'd been in his mini-flashback. His words seem to shock
the four old men and mostly the princess.
"So- can you remember anything of his life? I want to know if the
stories are true!" the princess gushed, dropping her breathy act and
grabbing his arm, practically climbing up his shirt. "Please tell me
Wyrs-san!"
Grey debated a moment, finally lifting his hands and placing them on her
shoulders. He firmly turned her around to face the airlock once more and
gave her a gentle push toward it. "I suggest getting on our way. The
trip will already be taking possibly over six months and therefor should
be started."
Amelia XXXIX was too startled to protest as she was propelled into the
ship by a somewhat annoyed Grey. As he herded her up the ramp and past
her advisors, he muttered under his breath, "Great, stuck baby-
sitting..." The only person who understood what he'd said was one of
Amelia XXXIX's advisors. He was one of the younger ones wearing a purple
scull cap over his salted black hair.
The advisors hurried after Grey and the princess, squawking
that he shouldn't touch her like that. The Chimera ignored
them of course and hurried Amelia XXXIX along. Wryan stood
in shock at Grey's actions and somewhat belatedly noticed
that he was the only one left outside. He hurried after them
yelling, "Hey! Don't hog her all to yourself Grey!"
Grey stood somewhat at attention with Wryan beside him. Wryan was
casting Grey dirty looks and obviously still upset about being fried but
he wasn't going to show disrespect to the princess- who had yet to
appear. Therefor, Grey was lounging somewhat, arms crossed, weight on
one foot. He was aware that he was getting strange looks by those
walking past the guards blocking the airlock that the princess would
emerge from.
"You really aren't taking this seriously are you?" Wryan hissed, leaning
toward Grey with an evil look.
"I realize that you think there could be an extraordinary amount of
money involved in this, Wryan, but she's not even here," Grey pointed
out and glanced at Wryan.
Wryan sighed, "True," and slouched. "But then.. you don't know what the
princess LOOKS like do you, Grey?" Just then the airlock whirled open
and the short young man jumped back to attention.
Grey slowly turned his head to look at the air lock and felt like
someone had hit him in the back of the head with a sword. The young
woman was NOTHING like what he'd vaguely thought Amelia should look
like. True, her hair was black, and true her eyes were sapphire blue,
but that was pretty much where similarities ended.
She was about five feet and four inches, to Grey's assumption, with hair
twice as long as that it seemed. Her hair was tied up in a fantastic
design of braids that were wrapped around her head and let fall down her
shoulders with two locks loose in front of her ears. Perched atop her
hair and nestled within it were jewels and a tiara that Zelgadis
recalled Amelia wearing long ago. Starting at the tops of her ears was a
string of diamonds that was clipped all down the edge of her ears to the
lobes and hanging even further down, almost past her chin. Her face was
oval with wide sapphire eyes bright and full of life with a light
dusting of freckles on her cheeks.
She had a very nice figure for a girl of about seventeen, her curves in
all the right places with just the right amount of immaturity to make
her look completely innocent yet capable of breaking hearts. She wore a
deep blue dress that draped in folds down to the floor and which she
held up with her dainty hands covered by the lace ends of her sleeves.
Hanging around her neck was a gold necklace and oval locket.
~*~
Zelgadis held out his hand, an oval locket of gold dangling from his
fingers, "I- want you to have this.. Amelia.." A blush was smeared
across his cheeks like paint on his rocky skin.
Amelia moved closer, taking his hand into both of hers. "Zelgadis-
san..." she whispered softly, "Why do you have to go?" tears glittering
in her eyes.
"Because... I- it- this might be it, Amelia, it might be my cure and...
I'm sorry about doing this to you..." he replied, looking at their
hands, watching as Amelia tried to slide her fingers between his. He
pulled his hand away. "I'll come back.. when I'm cured."
Amelia watched as he left, one hand on her stomach, the other clutching
the locket he'd given her. She bowed her head, tears falling, "I- love
you..." she whispered.
~*~
Grey blinked, coming back into reality, realizing that that was the
locket Zelgadis Graywords had given to Amelia- the first. He found that
he'd been staring at her- or more precisely, the locket, but she
interpreted it as staring at her and blushed.
"Why.. Mister Wyrs," she flicked out a fan and fluttered it uselessly in
front of her face, "Do you find me attractive?" She didn't actually say
that, but Grey could swear she had simply by actions. Closing his eyes
he heaved a sigh. She fluttered her fan more and actually spoke, her
voice dulcimer, "I assume you are Grey Wyrs?" she breathed, gliding
closer, one hand lifting to pick up the locket and open it, looking
inside it, she looked at Grey and favored him with a smile, much to
Wryan's jealousy. "You look just like him!" she breathed her
exclamation, hardly seeming excited at all.
"Princess-" one of her advisors started to say. He was a wizened old man
with a long white beard and eyebrows that hung in front of his squinted
eyes. His skin was sagging from his bony face and his head was bald with
dark speckles. Almost like an egg.
"I already realized what I am. The caution is not needed," Grey stated
simply, eyeing the four advisers ranged behind the princes. They'd
entered while he'd been in his mini-flashback. His words seem to shock
the four old men and mostly the princess.
"So- can you remember anything of his life? I want to know if the
stories are true!" the princess gushed, dropping her breathy act and
grabbing his arm, practically climbing up his shirt. "Please tell me
Wyrs-san!"
Grey debated a moment, finally lifting his hands and placing them on her
shoulders. He firmly turned her around to face the airlock once more and
gave her a gentle push toward it. "I suggest getting on our way. The
trip will already be taking possibly over six months and therefor should
be started."
Amelia XXXIX was too startled to protest as she was propelled into the
ship by a somewhat annoyed Grey. As he herded her up the ramp and past
her advisors, he muttered under his breath, "Great, stuck baby-
sitting..." The only person who understood what he'd said was one of
Amelia XXXIX's advisors. He was one of the younger ones wearing a purple
scull cap over his salted black hair.
The advisors hurried after Grey and the princess, squawking
that he shouldn't touch her like that. The Chimera ignored
them of course and hurried Amelia XXXIX along. Wryan stood
in shock at Grey's actions and somewhat belatedly noticed
that he was the only one left outside. He hurried after them
yelling, "Hey! Don't hog her all to yourself Grey!"