She and Neal walked in the halls of the fort for a minute before he turned
to a small door. Pulling out a small key, he unlocked it, saying,
"I dont know if we can find anything to fit you well, im alot taller than you."
She nodded, he was right. Neal towered over her by about three inches. Compared to what she was used to, looking people straight in the eye, he was tall.
"Its ok, ill just roll everything up."
He looked at her oddly and turned to a small chest of drawers, pulling out the bottom drawer and rooting through it. She looked around, it was a small room, with a bed by the window, and a fireplace across from the bed. Next to the door in was another door that she assumed led to the washroom and such. It was about as big as her room at home, and placed much the same too. She sighed, thinking of home. No, she thought, you will not start feeling sorry for yourself until after you have done what must. When he finally straightened, she saw a pair of brown breeches and a large white shirt. She smiled, it was almost exactly what she wore for the renaissance fairs at home. She shied away from the subject of home. She took the cloths from him, and began to change as she did in front of people, by putting the shirt on over her current one, and taking the soiled one off. It was no problem, since Neal's shirt was long on her, but it was comfortable, so she didnt complain. When she got her old shirt off, she found Neal rapidly turning a bright shade of red, again.
"What?"
"You shouldn't do that!"
She shook her head, bewildered.
"Do what?"
"Change in front of me!"
"Why ever not? Nothing showed!"
"Still!"
"Honestly."
Before he could answer, she walked into the small room that adjoined, and was immediatly pulled out.
"Now what!?"
"You shouldn't go in there."
She noted with amusement that he was now a dark shade of red that closly resembled a strawberry.
"And why would that be?"
"Its My washroom!"
She sighed.
"Then where pray tell, do you propose I change?"
He stopped.
"I thought so. If it bothers you so much, why don't you just turn around?"
He looked down, and did so. She quickly pulled on the pants under her skirt/wrap, and then tapped him on the shoulder.
"You can look now, I'm changed."
He turned around to face her.
"I still think you shouldn't do that."
She sighed, remembering that she was in a different world, where changing cloths was done once a day, twice every once in a while. Choir trips to Kansas city were not possible here, and men and women of the upper class rarely, if ever, were together alone. Ah well, she thought, at least I'm considered lower class. Neal walked out the door, closing it after her, and locking it again. She kept thinking about how he had said that he could see magic, and that she had it. And it was wild magic. Well, I always did love animals, she said to herself, maybe it just transformed when I got here. She wondered how Satina was doing. When they had set off for Neal's rooms, Imrah had asked her to leave her, so that Daine could see her. They had decided that Satina could probably give a more accurate account of what had happened, and Xlelon was still not used to talking with her. After all, with fifteen years of not being able to talk to anything but a human, she was allowed a little time to get used to the idea. Neal continued to lead the way to the field, and she wondered belatedly what she was to do. She asked him, and he said,
"I have to go and work with the animals, many of the horses and birds got beat up."
"Only them?"
"No, but they're the one I have magic with."
"Ok, so let me get this straight, your wild magic is associated with birds and Horses, and Daine's is with all animals."
He nodded.
"So how do I know what mine is with?"
"You don't until you try, what has talked to you since you've been here?"
"Ummmm, Satina, your horse, and that junko."
"So thats how I got caught."
"Sorry bout that."
He smiled.
"It's ok, Imrah would have guessed anyway."
She nodded.
"Yes, he does seem that sort."
They were outside, and a horrible stink was on the air. It suddenly grew stronger, such that Xlelon could barely breath. A large form barreled over them, the wind from its wings rushing over her head. She took a breath, and coughed. Looking up, she saw a great bird like form and knew what it was. It gave her a certain kind of pleasure to know what was going on, though watching it was defiantly not nice. It was the stormwings, back from the realms of the gods, to desecrate the bodies of those slain. She knew, at least, that all who were still alive were out of the line of fire, so to speak.
"Ugh, I hate those things."
"Are you sure you just don't understand them?"
"What do you mean by that?"
She sighed, thinking of a poem at the zoo at home.
"For in the end, we will preserve only what we love, we will love only what we understand, and we will understand only what we are taught…Perhaps you simply misunderstand them."
"What do you mean? I understand them perfectly, they're monsters!"
"And if you continue with that line of thinking, you will turn into a monster!"
"And how would you know that?"
"Because I come from a world where everyone is a monster, because they kill everything that does not agree with them, and kill themselves in the process."
He stopped, looked at her, and then without a word pulled her into a hug.
"I'm sorry."
She sniffed, and wiped her face. She had not realized that tears had come to her eyes. He turned away, and continued to walk, leaving Xlelon to muse over this new twist.
))()#UQ(*FH#(^%()@*#^*$(@&
Hmmmmmmmmm well…youll have to excuse my ravings, but that really is what im like (go read my poetry, if that doesn't convince you I don't know what will) Note: Nealen of Green Mountain is not Nealen of Queenscove. This is at least a year before page even started, so Neal is at the university…I think… I used Nealen cause it's a good name. Well…So long!!
"I dont know if we can find anything to fit you well, im alot taller than you."
She nodded, he was right. Neal towered over her by about three inches. Compared to what she was used to, looking people straight in the eye, he was tall.
"Its ok, ill just roll everything up."
He looked at her oddly and turned to a small chest of drawers, pulling out the bottom drawer and rooting through it. She looked around, it was a small room, with a bed by the window, and a fireplace across from the bed. Next to the door in was another door that she assumed led to the washroom and such. It was about as big as her room at home, and placed much the same too. She sighed, thinking of home. No, she thought, you will not start feeling sorry for yourself until after you have done what must. When he finally straightened, she saw a pair of brown breeches and a large white shirt. She smiled, it was almost exactly what she wore for the renaissance fairs at home. She shied away from the subject of home. She took the cloths from him, and began to change as she did in front of people, by putting the shirt on over her current one, and taking the soiled one off. It was no problem, since Neal's shirt was long on her, but it was comfortable, so she didnt complain. When she got her old shirt off, she found Neal rapidly turning a bright shade of red, again.
"What?"
"You shouldn't do that!"
She shook her head, bewildered.
"Do what?"
"Change in front of me!"
"Why ever not? Nothing showed!"
"Still!"
"Honestly."
Before he could answer, she walked into the small room that adjoined, and was immediatly pulled out.
"Now what!?"
"You shouldn't go in there."
She noted with amusement that he was now a dark shade of red that closly resembled a strawberry.
"And why would that be?"
"Its My washroom!"
She sighed.
"Then where pray tell, do you propose I change?"
He stopped.
"I thought so. If it bothers you so much, why don't you just turn around?"
He looked down, and did so. She quickly pulled on the pants under her skirt/wrap, and then tapped him on the shoulder.
"You can look now, I'm changed."
He turned around to face her.
"I still think you shouldn't do that."
She sighed, remembering that she was in a different world, where changing cloths was done once a day, twice every once in a while. Choir trips to Kansas city were not possible here, and men and women of the upper class rarely, if ever, were together alone. Ah well, she thought, at least I'm considered lower class. Neal walked out the door, closing it after her, and locking it again. She kept thinking about how he had said that he could see magic, and that she had it. And it was wild magic. Well, I always did love animals, she said to herself, maybe it just transformed when I got here. She wondered how Satina was doing. When they had set off for Neal's rooms, Imrah had asked her to leave her, so that Daine could see her. They had decided that Satina could probably give a more accurate account of what had happened, and Xlelon was still not used to talking with her. After all, with fifteen years of not being able to talk to anything but a human, she was allowed a little time to get used to the idea. Neal continued to lead the way to the field, and she wondered belatedly what she was to do. She asked him, and he said,
"I have to go and work with the animals, many of the horses and birds got beat up."
"Only them?"
"No, but they're the one I have magic with."
"Ok, so let me get this straight, your wild magic is associated with birds and Horses, and Daine's is with all animals."
He nodded.
"So how do I know what mine is with?"
"You don't until you try, what has talked to you since you've been here?"
"Ummmm, Satina, your horse, and that junko."
"So thats how I got caught."
"Sorry bout that."
He smiled.
"It's ok, Imrah would have guessed anyway."
She nodded.
"Yes, he does seem that sort."
They were outside, and a horrible stink was on the air. It suddenly grew stronger, such that Xlelon could barely breath. A large form barreled over them, the wind from its wings rushing over her head. She took a breath, and coughed. Looking up, she saw a great bird like form and knew what it was. It gave her a certain kind of pleasure to know what was going on, though watching it was defiantly not nice. It was the stormwings, back from the realms of the gods, to desecrate the bodies of those slain. She knew, at least, that all who were still alive were out of the line of fire, so to speak.
"Ugh, I hate those things."
"Are you sure you just don't understand them?"
"What do you mean by that?"
She sighed, thinking of a poem at the zoo at home.
"For in the end, we will preserve only what we love, we will love only what we understand, and we will understand only what we are taught…Perhaps you simply misunderstand them."
"What do you mean? I understand them perfectly, they're monsters!"
"And if you continue with that line of thinking, you will turn into a monster!"
"And how would you know that?"
"Because I come from a world where everyone is a monster, because they kill everything that does not agree with them, and kill themselves in the process."
He stopped, looked at her, and then without a word pulled her into a hug.
"I'm sorry."
She sniffed, and wiped her face. She had not realized that tears had come to her eyes. He turned away, and continued to walk, leaving Xlelon to muse over this new twist.
))()#UQ(*FH#(^%()@*#^*$(@&
Hmmmmmmmmm well…youll have to excuse my ravings, but that really is what im like (go read my poetry, if that doesn't convince you I don't know what will) Note: Nealen of Green Mountain is not Nealen of Queenscove. This is at least a year before page even started, so Neal is at the university…I think… I used Nealen cause it's a good name. Well…So long!!