(A/N~Back folks! Run. Anyway, thanks to all who reviewed. Sorry bout the
prologue being so short, btw, and this one. Here's Chapter Two-be afraid!
By the way, for the record, it is 1:52 am, I've been dancing all night and
an only awake in a state of altered consciousness, induced by caffeine.
Just for the record. Here goes: Last chance to flee!)
"SUGAR!!!" Oh boy, Ashley thought. Not good. Liz said something that would've made Rosalind flinch. Had she been there. Had she been there instead of speeding towards the banquet table108.3 mph, heading directly at the large, artistic, and extremely sugary looking confection on the end. "You know," Neal commented dryly, "this might not be the best way to introduce our gu-" CRASH! "You know," Lady Alanna answered in a voice that dripped more sarcasm than Rosalind now did white powder, "you may be right."
Rosalind happily licked the blessed and all around wonderful substance known throughout the lands as Sugar(said Sugar is only bested by substance that all calleth Caffeine)from her clothes, face, hands, the table, completely oblivious to the stunned looks on the faces of all the lords, ladies, serving people, and general extra folks in the considerably large room, and to Ashley's chiding. Oblivion stopped short when Ash began scooping handfuls of guess what into her mouth between cruel, harsh words.
Kel cleared her throat from the door. Eventually getting a majority of the room's partial attention, she started to say something, but was cut of by Nealan, with his usual-ah-flare.
"Lords and Ladies, nobility and your Highnesses(bow in the general direction of the head of the table), allow me to introduce visitors from a far different place, one foreign to us and with different customs and…greetings. Ladies from the newly founded country beyond the Roof of the World…"
"Texas?" "U.S.?" "San Antonio?"
"Texisyewessantano, Ashley, Liz, Lydia, and Rosalind…"
"She hasn't had her meds yet," Volunteered Lydia. Blank stares. "Smooth." Said Liz, and left Lydia to explain Rosalind's nonexistent medication while she checked out the sugar pile.
Meanwhile, back in S.A, two twin sisters(they didn't look all that much alike, and they were very different personality wise, and down with Double Trouble twin stereotypes)were haven't a pillow fight. Sound familiar?
Jayde Calsri hurled a none to soft pillow none too gently at her sister. The counter attack came with a battle cry: "Tortall and the Lioness!" "You and your Tam-"
The green mist strikes back! (Main theme of Star Wars starts blasting, until-"CUT THE MUSIC, I'M TRYIN' TO WRITE A FIC HERE!" Crashes and sounds similar to a combination Stormwings smashing into a stainless steel bordered chalk board-Jawa getting put through a grinder)
"Carnivorous cannibalistic carrion consuming cutthroats…" Liz and Lydia simultaneously lifted meat laden forks and waved them at Rosalind. "Mmm, roasted flesh…" Liz began. Rosalind stood up and marched over to sit by Daine, with the air of a highly offended duck. With in instants they were in a discussion about books.
The banquet had gone more or less uneventfully-okay, okay, not uneventfully, but undisasterly after the grand entrance of the lunatics from over the mountains. For awhile, at least. Pages brought in huge platters of whatever in your opinion is the messy/disgusting/yuck-it- spilled-all-over-me-and-the-good-living-room-carpet-mom's-gonna-kill-me ist food you can imagine. So imagine huge plates/bowls/whatevers of it being bourne in by the hapless little people. Imagine it spilling all over everywhere.
"The Queen's Riders! The King's Own! The Lioness! The Goddess where am I?!" It took the pillow flailing girl about 60 seconds to realize, but that didn't stop her from yelling. "What is she doing here(wild sweeps with the pillow in the general direction of her twin Jayde)?! She hasn't even read the books! I-"
The not-from-around-here crew gaped. Finally Rosalind squeaked: "Maura? Jayde?" (AN-Star Wars fans: that was not my idea! Go kill Ashley! Waita minute, I take that back…anyway, the cheesy SW jokes, or most of them, are ALL HER FAULT, and sorry, 'Jayde')
Ashley was being annoyingly cheerful and perky, and so in an accordingly annoyingly cheerful and perky voice suggested, "We have a habit of showing up at all the wrong times, don't we?" Lydia said something very intelligent: "We're gonna have a lot of explaining to do."
"SUGAR!!!" Oh boy, Ashley thought. Not good. Liz said something that would've made Rosalind flinch. Had she been there. Had she been there instead of speeding towards the banquet table108.3 mph, heading directly at the large, artistic, and extremely sugary looking confection on the end. "You know," Neal commented dryly, "this might not be the best way to introduce our gu-" CRASH! "You know," Lady Alanna answered in a voice that dripped more sarcasm than Rosalind now did white powder, "you may be right."
Rosalind happily licked the blessed and all around wonderful substance known throughout the lands as Sugar(said Sugar is only bested by substance that all calleth Caffeine)from her clothes, face, hands, the table, completely oblivious to the stunned looks on the faces of all the lords, ladies, serving people, and general extra folks in the considerably large room, and to Ashley's chiding. Oblivion stopped short when Ash began scooping handfuls of guess what into her mouth between cruel, harsh words.
Kel cleared her throat from the door. Eventually getting a majority of the room's partial attention, she started to say something, but was cut of by Nealan, with his usual-ah-flare.
"Lords and Ladies, nobility and your Highnesses(bow in the general direction of the head of the table), allow me to introduce visitors from a far different place, one foreign to us and with different customs and…greetings. Ladies from the newly founded country beyond the Roof of the World…"
"Texas?" "U.S.?" "San Antonio?"
"Texisyewessantano, Ashley, Liz, Lydia, and Rosalind…"
"She hasn't had her meds yet," Volunteered Lydia. Blank stares. "Smooth." Said Liz, and left Lydia to explain Rosalind's nonexistent medication while she checked out the sugar pile.
Meanwhile, back in S.A, two twin sisters(they didn't look all that much alike, and they were very different personality wise, and down with Double Trouble twin stereotypes)were haven't a pillow fight. Sound familiar?
Jayde Calsri hurled a none to soft pillow none too gently at her sister. The counter attack came with a battle cry: "Tortall and the Lioness!" "You and your Tam-"
The green mist strikes back! (Main theme of Star Wars starts blasting, until-"CUT THE MUSIC, I'M TRYIN' TO WRITE A FIC HERE!" Crashes and sounds similar to a combination Stormwings smashing into a stainless steel bordered chalk board-Jawa getting put through a grinder)
"Carnivorous cannibalistic carrion consuming cutthroats…" Liz and Lydia simultaneously lifted meat laden forks and waved them at Rosalind. "Mmm, roasted flesh…" Liz began. Rosalind stood up and marched over to sit by Daine, with the air of a highly offended duck. With in instants they were in a discussion about books.
The banquet had gone more or less uneventfully-okay, okay, not uneventfully, but undisasterly after the grand entrance of the lunatics from over the mountains. For awhile, at least. Pages brought in huge platters of whatever in your opinion is the messy/disgusting/yuck-it- spilled-all-over-me-and-the-good-living-room-carpet-mom's-gonna-kill-me ist food you can imagine. So imagine huge plates/bowls/whatevers of it being bourne in by the hapless little people. Imagine it spilling all over everywhere.
"The Queen's Riders! The King's Own! The Lioness! The Goddess where am I?!" It took the pillow flailing girl about 60 seconds to realize, but that didn't stop her from yelling. "What is she doing here(wild sweeps with the pillow in the general direction of her twin Jayde)?! She hasn't even read the books! I-"
The not-from-around-here crew gaped. Finally Rosalind squeaked: "Maura? Jayde?" (AN-Star Wars fans: that was not my idea! Go kill Ashley! Waita minute, I take that back…anyway, the cheesy SW jokes, or most of them, are ALL HER FAULT, and sorry, 'Jayde')
Ashley was being annoyingly cheerful and perky, and so in an accordingly annoyingly cheerful and perky voice suggested, "We have a habit of showing up at all the wrong times, don't we?" Lydia said something very intelligent: "We're gonna have a lot of explaining to do."