Well, ye know the drill by now. I own some but not all. Mostly TAmmy Pierce does..
"-and then, when I was four, I broke my sister's arm. Father got so mad that he threatened to rip off my head. I laughed. That got me a nice whipping. I stayed away from my sister from then on." Onya's voice rang out as the three females ate midmeal.
Inka herself wasn't paying attention to Onya. She was thinking about her dream. It was so very strange. She had heard that voice somewhere before. But where? She almost screamed in frustration. She stiffened and balled her hands. Who was that person? Who is this One?she thought feverishly to herself.
A calm hand made her jump and look around. Aly was staring at her with concern and...fear?worry?sorrow? What? she wanted to ask but held her tongue.
What in the Godess's name was that?! I've never thought like that before! She felt herself pale and ask what Aly wanted.
"Well,"Aly said, after she looked Inka over," I believe that we're almost there."
"Where's there?" Onya asked. She stared at Aly with curious eyes.
Aly smiled that sly smile that made you feel stupid."My home."
"Where's that located?" Inka asked.
Aly smiled. She spoke slowly,
"By the ridge,
BElow the cliff,
Under our mighty God's care,
lay the lair
of the
Trickster's Choice.
So do, take care."
Onya frowned. "Lair? What is that supposed to mean? And who in the world came up with that riddle, or ryhme, or whatever that was?"
"My Queen came up with the idea ,and my husband came up with the words." Aly stood. "Come. We must leave."
And with no backward glance, Aly started walking.
Well?
Sorry if it was short and that i haven't been on in a while; i've just been busy w/testing and that sort o' thing.
R&R!