Okay guys here's the next chapter. Sorry it took me awhile but my computer decided to eat my other copy so I had to retype it. Silly computers...grr... Anywhoo anything you recognize belongs to Miss. Pierce. Oh yeah I also did put in spaces and indentions as I have in the others but I don't know if they'll show up or not. And I did put them in the other stories. I honestly don't know why they didn't show up. If anyone knows please tell me. Sorry one final thing. This is a good site to visit. I've posted on it and it has lots of really good info. It's http://webcathy.com/tortall/fanfiction.html. Now I'll let you read :)
Miara was ready to sob. She'd gotten lost on her way to the healers and couldn't find her way back to Joren's room. Not that that would be any better, she thought bitterly, he's changed so much. He's no the bright eyed boy I used to romp in the mud with. Miara frowned, lost in thought, So much bitterness locked up him. She wondered if the hardened walls around his heart could ever be broken. She looked down at her hand she'd covered with a strip of her dress. No things were definitely not going as planned. Blindly she turned a corner, crying out when she ran head on into someone. Two someones actually she saw when another hand steadied her. "Oh my! I'm dreadfully sorry sir," she gasped as she looked up for what seemed like forever into striking green eyes. His companion clapped him on the back and laughed, "That's Nealan for you. Always off in a dream, never paying attention to where he's going," the even bigger fellow said, brushing a lock of red hair out of his eyes. Nealan rolled his eyes and said, "Don't call me Nealan, Cleon." Miara, after a stressful day was glad to laugh but winced when her hand reminded her what she was supposed to be doing. Clutching it she asked, "Dreadfully sorry to inconvenience you sirs, but m'lord sent me to the healers and I've lost my way and I was wondering if perhaps-" she broke off when Nealan grabbed her hand and gently removed the cloth. "What happened?" he asked as he studied the dry blood and cuts. "Oh just some silliness on my part," she replied as she watched green light flicker from his fingers and raised a brow as the cuts faded. "Thank you sir! Here let me pay you," she said as she started to hand him the copper. "Think nothing of it," he replied and she smiled in relief, "Thank you again. Now m'lord won't be so angry with me. Could one of you possibly tell me where Joren of Stone Mountain's room is located?"
"Joren?!!" the red-haired Cleon asked in surprise, "Why in Mithros' name would you want to know where his room is?" Miara blinked in confusion, "Well I come to serve him, He's m'lord," she replied. "What?" they cried in unison. Nealan placed an arm around her shoulder, "Poor girl. No wonder your hand was cut. You're lucky you aren't with the Black God. Come, Cleon and I will take you someplace safe where he can't ever hurt you again." Miara pulled away from him, "What are you talking about? That's a preposterous idea! He would never hurt me! M'lord is one of the kindest people I know. He wouldn't dare harm anyone!" Even as she spoke those words Miara knew she was wrong by the looks Cleon and Nealan gave each other. He's done bad things, she thought, perhaps I shouldn't be here. But then her resolve strengthened and she looked at them squarely, "Please sirs if you could tell me the way I would be much appreciative," she told them. After all, she added silently, I haven't anyplace else to go. Nealan looked her over for a moment before responding, "Follow this hall and take the next two lefts and finally a right." Miara curtsied and hurried on her way.
When she reached Joren's room she found him sitting calmly, writing at his desk. Miara closed the door behind her, uncertain if she should speak or not. "You can't stay," he said in a cold voice not turning his head at all, "I'll have the next traders caravan take you back to Stone Mountain." "But m'lord!" she cried and moved towards him, "You can't send me back!" He snorted and kept his eyes on his work. Desperately she grabbed his arm wanting him to look at her, "M'lord, please! My family's gone and your father will kill me if I go back. Please don't turn me away!" Joren yanked his arm away in disgust. "It's your own fault. You shouldn't have run away You deserve whatever punishment you get," he laughed at her, "Just get out of my sight you stupid girl." Joren turned back to his work. Miara stood in a stunned silence but finally turned and started towards her pack but suddenly remembered the money he'd given her and held out the copper to him. "M'lord, here's the money ye gave me. I didn't need it," she said softly. Joren snapped his head up to look at her. "Why didn't you keep it?" he demanded. Miara took an involuntary step back from his accusing eyes, "I...it's not mine...why should I keep it?" Joren stood up and snatched the coin from her hand as if to make sure it was really there. "But servants always lie, cheat and steal. It's common fact," he stated somewhat bewildered. Miara couldn't help herself, she laughed. "Really m'lord whomever told ye that was full of poppycock. Ye of all people should know my mother and father raised me better than that." Shaking her head she grabbed her pack and headed towards the door. "Wait," he said quietly, "you can stay. For now." Miara, about to ask about his sudden change in decision, turned and looked at him. Upon seeing the uncertainty of his decision written on his face she thought better and curtsied, "Thank you m'lord."
Joren lay awake long into the night listening to the steady rhythm of breathing coming from his closet. It bothered him that she had given the coin back to him. Along with the notion that women were weaker and stupider, he had been taught that servants were thieves. She's just a fluke in that rule, he thought as he turned over and closed his eyes, just like that Yamani Lump.
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Miara was ready to sob. She'd gotten lost on her way to the healers and couldn't find her way back to Joren's room. Not that that would be any better, she thought bitterly, he's changed so much. He's no the bright eyed boy I used to romp in the mud with. Miara frowned, lost in thought, So much bitterness locked up him. She wondered if the hardened walls around his heart could ever be broken. She looked down at her hand she'd covered with a strip of her dress. No things were definitely not going as planned. Blindly she turned a corner, crying out when she ran head on into someone. Two someones actually she saw when another hand steadied her. "Oh my! I'm dreadfully sorry sir," she gasped as she looked up for what seemed like forever into striking green eyes. His companion clapped him on the back and laughed, "That's Nealan for you. Always off in a dream, never paying attention to where he's going," the even bigger fellow said, brushing a lock of red hair out of his eyes. Nealan rolled his eyes and said, "Don't call me Nealan, Cleon." Miara, after a stressful day was glad to laugh but winced when her hand reminded her what she was supposed to be doing. Clutching it she asked, "Dreadfully sorry to inconvenience you sirs, but m'lord sent me to the healers and I've lost my way and I was wondering if perhaps-" she broke off when Nealan grabbed her hand and gently removed the cloth. "What happened?" he asked as he studied the dry blood and cuts. "Oh just some silliness on my part," she replied as she watched green light flicker from his fingers and raised a brow as the cuts faded. "Thank you sir! Here let me pay you," she said as she started to hand him the copper. "Think nothing of it," he replied and she smiled in relief, "Thank you again. Now m'lord won't be so angry with me. Could one of you possibly tell me where Joren of Stone Mountain's room is located?"
"Joren?!!" the red-haired Cleon asked in surprise, "Why in Mithros' name would you want to know where his room is?" Miara blinked in confusion, "Well I come to serve him, He's m'lord," she replied. "What?" they cried in unison. Nealan placed an arm around her shoulder, "Poor girl. No wonder your hand was cut. You're lucky you aren't with the Black God. Come, Cleon and I will take you someplace safe where he can't ever hurt you again." Miara pulled away from him, "What are you talking about? That's a preposterous idea! He would never hurt me! M'lord is one of the kindest people I know. He wouldn't dare harm anyone!" Even as she spoke those words Miara knew she was wrong by the looks Cleon and Nealan gave each other. He's done bad things, she thought, perhaps I shouldn't be here. But then her resolve strengthened and she looked at them squarely, "Please sirs if you could tell me the way I would be much appreciative," she told them. After all, she added silently, I haven't anyplace else to go. Nealan looked her over for a moment before responding, "Follow this hall and take the next two lefts and finally a right." Miara curtsied and hurried on her way.
When she reached Joren's room she found him sitting calmly, writing at his desk. Miara closed the door behind her, uncertain if she should speak or not. "You can't stay," he said in a cold voice not turning his head at all, "I'll have the next traders caravan take you back to Stone Mountain." "But m'lord!" she cried and moved towards him, "You can't send me back!" He snorted and kept his eyes on his work. Desperately she grabbed his arm wanting him to look at her, "M'lord, please! My family's gone and your father will kill me if I go back. Please don't turn me away!" Joren yanked his arm away in disgust. "It's your own fault. You shouldn't have run away You deserve whatever punishment you get," he laughed at her, "Just get out of my sight you stupid girl." Joren turned back to his work. Miara stood in a stunned silence but finally turned and started towards her pack but suddenly remembered the money he'd given her and held out the copper to him. "M'lord, here's the money ye gave me. I didn't need it," she said softly. Joren snapped his head up to look at her. "Why didn't you keep it?" he demanded. Miara took an involuntary step back from his accusing eyes, "I...it's not mine...why should I keep it?" Joren stood up and snatched the coin from her hand as if to make sure it was really there. "But servants always lie, cheat and steal. It's common fact," he stated somewhat bewildered. Miara couldn't help herself, she laughed. "Really m'lord whomever told ye that was full of poppycock. Ye of all people should know my mother and father raised me better than that." Shaking her head she grabbed her pack and headed towards the door. "Wait," he said quietly, "you can stay. For now." Miara, about to ask about his sudden change in decision, turned and looked at him. Upon seeing the uncertainty of his decision written on his face she thought better and curtsied, "Thank you m'lord."
Joren lay awake long into the night listening to the steady rhythm of breathing coming from his closet. It bothered him that she had given the coin back to him. Along with the notion that women were weaker and stupider, he had been taught that servants were thieves. She's just a fluke in that rule, he thought as he turned over and closed his eyes, just like that Yamani Lump.
Hope you guys liked it! I'd love reviews so I know how this story is going. Have a good week!