Sibling Quarrel
"AARGH! The little bastard!!!"
A table was thrown off of the flying fortress.
"I'll slice him to bits!!!"
Dilandau wasn't just raving, he was in a full blown rage. Celena was sure he would be upset about the damage done to his face, but this was ridiculous. "Dilandau, honestly!" she said, "The way you're carrying on you'd think the world had ended!"
Dilandau turned to glare at Celena. "Well excuuuuuse me for giving a damn about my looks! You know, I'm sure you wouldn't feel to great if some little bastard took it upon himself to ruin that face of yours!"
Celena crossed her arms. "I'd feel bad about it, sure." she admitted coolly, "but I doubt I'd be crying over it like a baby." Dilandau narrowed his eyes at his sister. "You know something, Celena?"
he asked coldly.
Celena crossed her arms. "What Dilandau?" she asked, visibly annoyed. "You can be a real bitch sometimes." At first Celena went wide - eyed at the insult, but then she frowned and said, "Well you know something else, Dily?" Celena asked, her tone just as cold as his. "No I don't know," Dilandau snapped, "And don't call me Dily!!" Celena smiled like a cat with a mouse under it's paw. "Dily, Dily, Dily! Dily, Dily, Dily!" Celena said, mocking a smouldering Dilandau.
Celena continued to say this until with an angry growl, Dilandau removed his sword and moved to slice his sister's face. Celena saw this coming, and being about as quick as Dilandau, she was able to remove her own sword and block the attack. "I-If I may interrupt," said Chesta, uncertainly, "Folken has asked to see you Celena." Celena resheathed her sword as she continued to glare at her brother, who glared back at her, still upset.
Celena walked passed Chesta and walked down the hall.
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"What's wrong with you?" Folken asked Celena. "You look as if you're ready to choke someone." "That's because I am," Celena said calmly, while her blue eyes blazed. Folken chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, I certainly wouldn't want to be that unfortunate soul."
"Why is it that you've called me?" Celena asked. Folken stood. He was much, much taller than Celena, though the girl didn't find this at all intimidating. she had fought with (and beaten) much taller people.
"I wanted to ask you to accompany me to the Astorian capital," Folken said. "I'd ask Dilandau, but his reputation is notorious and it wouldn't be good for diplomatic purposes." Celena smiled. "I can agree," she said with a laugh, "Dilandau and diplomacy just don't mix." A memory came to Celena's mind and her smile faded.
"That brings me to a question of my own," she said stepping up to Folken, "which is what the hell were you thinking?" Folken continued to look down at Celena, his expression unchanging. "I'm guessing you mean about yesterday?" he asked simply. "Damn right," Celena replied.
Folken looked away and said, "I don't own you any explanations," he said flatly. Celena put her hands on her hips indignantly. "The hell you d-" A look from Folken that said she had better shut up about the subject, ended Celena's statement.Celena sighed and said, "Fine, whatever. When are you leaving?"
"Two hours. Also, I'd like for you to wear something more...suitable." Celena looked down at her armor. Where Dilandau's was red with orange flames at the bottom, her's was purple with blue flames. It also lacked the dragons that her brother's armor had. In any event, Celena looked back up at Folken questioningly. "What's wrong with my armor?" she asked.
"Nothing really," Folken said, "but the image we're trying to represent is diplomatic. I don't think armor would give the sort of peaceful image that I'm going for at the moment." "You mean deceitful, right?" Celena asked raising an eyebrow.
Folken shrugged. "Call it what you wish, but please be changed by the time I'm ready to leave." Celena turned and exited Folken's chamber. As she was walking, she passed Chesta who was sporting what she assumed was a hand print. Celena continued on her way, glad that Folken had not considered her brother. "Diplomatic Dilandau," she said aloud, "that's something I'd pay to see."
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End of chapter two. Please tell me what you thought!! ^______^ BP
"AARGH! The little bastard!!!"
A table was thrown off of the flying fortress.
"I'll slice him to bits!!!"
Dilandau wasn't just raving, he was in a full blown rage. Celena was sure he would be upset about the damage done to his face, but this was ridiculous. "Dilandau, honestly!" she said, "The way you're carrying on you'd think the world had ended!"
Dilandau turned to glare at Celena. "Well excuuuuuse me for giving a damn about my looks! You know, I'm sure you wouldn't feel to great if some little bastard took it upon himself to ruin that face of yours!"
Celena crossed her arms. "I'd feel bad about it, sure." she admitted coolly, "but I doubt I'd be crying over it like a baby." Dilandau narrowed his eyes at his sister. "You know something, Celena?"
he asked coldly.
Celena crossed her arms. "What Dilandau?" she asked, visibly annoyed. "You can be a real bitch sometimes." At first Celena went wide - eyed at the insult, but then she frowned and said, "Well you know something else, Dily?" Celena asked, her tone just as cold as his. "No I don't know," Dilandau snapped, "And don't call me Dily!!" Celena smiled like a cat with a mouse under it's paw. "Dily, Dily, Dily! Dily, Dily, Dily!" Celena said, mocking a smouldering Dilandau.
Celena continued to say this until with an angry growl, Dilandau removed his sword and moved to slice his sister's face. Celena saw this coming, and being about as quick as Dilandau, she was able to remove her own sword and block the attack. "I-If I may interrupt," said Chesta, uncertainly, "Folken has asked to see you Celena." Celena resheathed her sword as she continued to glare at her brother, who glared back at her, still upset.
Celena walked passed Chesta and walked down the hall.
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"What's wrong with you?" Folken asked Celena. "You look as if you're ready to choke someone." "That's because I am," Celena said calmly, while her blue eyes blazed. Folken chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, I certainly wouldn't want to be that unfortunate soul."
"Why is it that you've called me?" Celena asked. Folken stood. He was much, much taller than Celena, though the girl didn't find this at all intimidating. she had fought with (and beaten) much taller people.
"I wanted to ask you to accompany me to the Astorian capital," Folken said. "I'd ask Dilandau, but his reputation is notorious and it wouldn't be good for diplomatic purposes." Celena smiled. "I can agree," she said with a laugh, "Dilandau and diplomacy just don't mix." A memory came to Celena's mind and her smile faded.
"That brings me to a question of my own," she said stepping up to Folken, "which is what the hell were you thinking?" Folken continued to look down at Celena, his expression unchanging. "I'm guessing you mean about yesterday?" he asked simply. "Damn right," Celena replied.
Folken looked away and said, "I don't own you any explanations," he said flatly. Celena put her hands on her hips indignantly. "The hell you d-" A look from Folken that said she had better shut up about the subject, ended Celena's statement.Celena sighed and said, "Fine, whatever. When are you leaving?"
"Two hours. Also, I'd like for you to wear something more...suitable." Celena looked down at her armor. Where Dilandau's was red with orange flames at the bottom, her's was purple with blue flames. It also lacked the dragons that her brother's armor had. In any event, Celena looked back up at Folken questioningly. "What's wrong with my armor?" she asked.
"Nothing really," Folken said, "but the image we're trying to represent is diplomatic. I don't think armor would give the sort of peaceful image that I'm going for at the moment." "You mean deceitful, right?" Celena asked raising an eyebrow.
Folken shrugged. "Call it what you wish, but please be changed by the time I'm ready to leave." Celena turned and exited Folken's chamber. As she was walking, she passed Chesta who was sporting what she assumed was a hand print. Celena continued on her way, glad that Folken had not considered her brother. "Diplomatic Dilandau," she said aloud, "that's something I'd pay to see."
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End of chapter two. Please tell me what you thought!! ^______^ BP