(A/N It is now 2:03 AM. Again, run, run, as fast as you can. I like purple
monkeys.)
Most of the court seemed of the opinion that the two newest comers were very powerful mages, and Maura wasn't about to argue. Jayde might, though. "What's a mage?"
"Just shut up and pretend you are one, stupid." Here Ash and Rosalind broke in with an exited babble. "Magic worker." "Someone with the Gift." "Wizard sorcerer magician type person." They were more or less being ignored, so decided to leave Maura to her basking and Jayde to her cluelesness. Lydia, Rosalind, Ashley and Liz gathered outside the hall for a council of war. Or maybe not quite of war, more of-alright, alright a council. But before anyone could counsel or counselize or be counseled, or whatever else councilors do at a council, an all too familiar shape exited the banquet hall.
"Patrick!" Lydia gasped in horror. "What are you doing here?" Ashley and Rosalind looked at each other guiltily. "Well, it would be so funny…."
"He's such a conservative…" They were interrupted by Patrick himself, who had not seemed to grasp the concept that Lydia's question was very rhetorical. "Being a Lord, of course. I am Sir-" "Hey! Ashley cut in. "You are NO knight!"
"Resident Male Chauvinist Pig alert!!!" Yelled Rosalind and Liz, and beat Lydia to Patrick. "You have no right to assault me in such manner! I challenge you to a duel!"
"Accepted," replied Rosalind, but Patrick rushed on ignoring her. "I choose the weapon, and my choice is atomic machine gun and-" Lydia rolled her eyes. "Patrick…"
"He's hopeless," announced Rosalind. "I'm fed up." Responded Ash. Patrick disappeared.
Meanwhile, Back in S.A.: "Speed!" With a pop, Patrick was in Ashley's room, where Bethanie and Emily were, you guessed it, playing cards. "Hello, Patrick. What the heck are you doing here?" Bethanie asked casually. Patrick opened his mouth for the whole run in, but found himself confronted by glares from two very vicious looking short people. He shrugged. "I guess Ashley and Rosalind's fan fiction skills are going bad, because I should probably be back where I was before I became a cameo appearance Tortallan nobleman." "Oh, so that's where they are," Said Emily in vague interest. "Speed." Bethanie sighed. "This is getting boring." Emily looked up. "Idiot?"
(A/N…Yes, Idiot is yet another card game)
"So," drawled Neal from the door, "Already making enemies?" "Oh, we didn't just make that one," babbled Lydia, "We-" Rosalind elbowed her. "Actually, yes." She grinned evilly at Liz. "I believe we have 12 duels scheduled to watch so far." Liz scowled. "I don't believe incencoredTamora Pierce," she muttered, but Neal didn't hear. He was looking from Rosalind to Liz and back. "I'd better go tell father." He announced, and strode off. Ash broke into hysterical giggles, and so didn't notice Neal's shadow. But Rosalind saw Maura follow Neal, with a look on her face she knew all to well. Neal saw to, and when he looked at her quizicly, Maura blushed.
Liz hadn't noticed because she was paying attention to Ashley. "And what is so funny?"
"His father," Ash gasped, "Is the palace healer…."
"Speaking of which" Lydia cut in loudly, "Shouldn't we be heading home now?"
"Exellent idea." Said Liz dryly, "We start hiking now and get back to Ash's by breakfast?"
"Well, yeah…" Rosalind tried very hard not to roll her eyes. "It's not quite that simple…" "But," said Ashley, sombering, "We should try to get back soon, preferably before Liz's duels. And the others must be really worried!"
"Yeah…" Agreed everyone softly.
(Flashback to Ashley's room: Emily, Bethanie and Patrick are now playing Poker)
Most of the court seemed of the opinion that the two newest comers were very powerful mages, and Maura wasn't about to argue. Jayde might, though. "What's a mage?"
"Just shut up and pretend you are one, stupid." Here Ash and Rosalind broke in with an exited babble. "Magic worker." "Someone with the Gift." "Wizard sorcerer magician type person." They were more or less being ignored, so decided to leave Maura to her basking and Jayde to her cluelesness. Lydia, Rosalind, Ashley and Liz gathered outside the hall for a council of war. Or maybe not quite of war, more of-alright, alright a council. But before anyone could counsel or counselize or be counseled, or whatever else councilors do at a council, an all too familiar shape exited the banquet hall.
"Patrick!" Lydia gasped in horror. "What are you doing here?" Ashley and Rosalind looked at each other guiltily. "Well, it would be so funny…."
"He's such a conservative…" They were interrupted by Patrick himself, who had not seemed to grasp the concept that Lydia's question was very rhetorical. "Being a Lord, of course. I am Sir-" "Hey! Ashley cut in. "You are NO knight!"
"Resident Male Chauvinist Pig alert!!!" Yelled Rosalind and Liz, and beat Lydia to Patrick. "You have no right to assault me in such manner! I challenge you to a duel!"
"Accepted," replied Rosalind, but Patrick rushed on ignoring her. "I choose the weapon, and my choice is atomic machine gun and-" Lydia rolled her eyes. "Patrick…"
"He's hopeless," announced Rosalind. "I'm fed up." Responded Ash. Patrick disappeared.
Meanwhile, Back in S.A.: "Speed!" With a pop, Patrick was in Ashley's room, where Bethanie and Emily were, you guessed it, playing cards. "Hello, Patrick. What the heck are you doing here?" Bethanie asked casually. Patrick opened his mouth for the whole run in, but found himself confronted by glares from two very vicious looking short people. He shrugged. "I guess Ashley and Rosalind's fan fiction skills are going bad, because I should probably be back where I was before I became a cameo appearance Tortallan nobleman." "Oh, so that's where they are," Said Emily in vague interest. "Speed." Bethanie sighed. "This is getting boring." Emily looked up. "Idiot?"
(A/N…Yes, Idiot is yet another card game)
"So," drawled Neal from the door, "Already making enemies?" "Oh, we didn't just make that one," babbled Lydia, "We-" Rosalind elbowed her. "Actually, yes." She grinned evilly at Liz. "I believe we have 12 duels scheduled to watch so far." Liz scowled. "I don't believe incencoredTamora Pierce," she muttered, but Neal didn't hear. He was looking from Rosalind to Liz and back. "I'd better go tell father." He announced, and strode off. Ash broke into hysterical giggles, and so didn't notice Neal's shadow. But Rosalind saw Maura follow Neal, with a look on her face she knew all to well. Neal saw to, and when he looked at her quizicly, Maura blushed.
Liz hadn't noticed because she was paying attention to Ashley. "And what is so funny?"
"His father," Ash gasped, "Is the palace healer…."
"Speaking of which" Lydia cut in loudly, "Shouldn't we be heading home now?"
"Exellent idea." Said Liz dryly, "We start hiking now and get back to Ash's by breakfast?"
"Well, yeah…" Rosalind tried very hard not to roll her eyes. "It's not quite that simple…" "But," said Ashley, sombering, "We should try to get back soon, preferably before Liz's duels. And the others must be really worried!"
"Yeah…" Agreed everyone softly.
(Flashback to Ashley's room: Emily, Bethanie and Patrick are now playing Poker)