She gulped, now would come the irrevesible questioning. She was getting
used to it. Wydlon sat back, with Jon following closely. Finally, Jon's
voice broke the silence.
"Well little one…its seems as if you know more about me than I do."
Numair nodded.
"I felt that way too. Don't you wish you had stayed to hear it the first time?"
Jon shook his head gravely.
"No, I had too much on my mind anyway, it would have only made it worse."
Xlelon inclined her head slightly, she knew that feeling perfectly. Wydlon, coming out of his silence, suddenly sat up.
"Numair, you mentioned that she knew more,"
Xlelon glared, he acted as if she weren't there! She told herself to relax, remebering that this was what he was like.
"Yes, but she refuses to tell anyone."
He turned his gaze on her.
"Girl, tell me, what do you know, and why do you not tell us?"
She glared at him, readying herself for a fight.
"I know things about you as well My lord. And trust me, the things I know about you are not good at all."
He sneered.
"Tell me what awful things you know about me, I am sure that I can dig up things just as bad about you."
She sighed, and told herself to relax again.
"I am sure you cannot. I will not tell you the bad things, because they are only horrible to me, and to you they would seem normal. I can tell you that you are the training master of the pages, that you have a wife and…crap."
Numair saw her face fall, and then looked at Wydlon. His face was in a state of shock, and only Wydlon and Jon seemed to know why, because jon had the same look. Xlelon groaned and hit herself.
"Augh! I forgot, theres like ten years between the books!"
This drew a reaction.
"B-b-books?"
Xlelon stood up quickly and bowed as low as she could.
"Excuse me your majesty, forget I said it, I'm serious! Forget it…oh crap, oh crap."
With that, she ran off. Wydlon stood up and followed suit, in a different direction. Numair looked at Jon, silently demanding an explination. Jon rubbed his temples and sighed.
"Wydlon asked me earlier today for a blessing to propose to Jana. How did she know? She couldn't have heard."
Numair nodded.
"No, she couldn't have, but she knew about you and Alanna, and she knew about Daine and I, she mentioned it the day I met her."
Jon stayed still, thinking.
"One of us should go after her."
Numair sighed.
"I will, you have to go be royal."
Jon shook his head, smiling, and got up.
"Good luck in finding her."
Numair shook his head.
"Don't worry, I know exactly where to go."
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heh. Being evil to them is fun. I'll get this done eventually. FYI, she wont tell them anything about the future because in my mind, it would throw off everything.
"Well little one…its seems as if you know more about me than I do."
Numair nodded.
"I felt that way too. Don't you wish you had stayed to hear it the first time?"
Jon shook his head gravely.
"No, I had too much on my mind anyway, it would have only made it worse."
Xlelon inclined her head slightly, she knew that feeling perfectly. Wydlon, coming out of his silence, suddenly sat up.
"Numair, you mentioned that she knew more,"
Xlelon glared, he acted as if she weren't there! She told herself to relax, remebering that this was what he was like.
"Yes, but she refuses to tell anyone."
He turned his gaze on her.
"Girl, tell me, what do you know, and why do you not tell us?"
She glared at him, readying herself for a fight.
"I know things about you as well My lord. And trust me, the things I know about you are not good at all."
He sneered.
"Tell me what awful things you know about me, I am sure that I can dig up things just as bad about you."
She sighed, and told herself to relax again.
"I am sure you cannot. I will not tell you the bad things, because they are only horrible to me, and to you they would seem normal. I can tell you that you are the training master of the pages, that you have a wife and…crap."
Numair saw her face fall, and then looked at Wydlon. His face was in a state of shock, and only Wydlon and Jon seemed to know why, because jon had the same look. Xlelon groaned and hit herself.
"Augh! I forgot, theres like ten years between the books!"
This drew a reaction.
"B-b-books?"
Xlelon stood up quickly and bowed as low as she could.
"Excuse me your majesty, forget I said it, I'm serious! Forget it…oh crap, oh crap."
With that, she ran off. Wydlon stood up and followed suit, in a different direction. Numair looked at Jon, silently demanding an explination. Jon rubbed his temples and sighed.
"Wydlon asked me earlier today for a blessing to propose to Jana. How did she know? She couldn't have heard."
Numair nodded.
"No, she couldn't have, but she knew about you and Alanna, and she knew about Daine and I, she mentioned it the day I met her."
Jon stayed still, thinking.
"One of us should go after her."
Numair sighed.
"I will, you have to go be royal."
Jon shook his head, smiling, and got up.
"Good luck in finding her."
Numair shook his head.
"Don't worry, I know exactly where to go."
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heh. Being evil to them is fun. I'll get this done eventually. FYI, she wont tell them anything about the future because in my mind, it would throw off everything.