"What was that?" Shiara asked as she and Daystar left the room and were clearly out of earshot from Telemain and Morwen.
"I haven't the faintest." Daystar said, showing a grin.
"They sure are tense. Something's up." Shiara murmured.
"Like what?" Daystar was determined to keep the conversation going.
Shiara shrugged, "Don't know. It's something though."
"Probably Kazul. Telemain and her never liked each other, anyway."
"So now you're blaming Kazul?" Shiara asked, huffing.
"No, no, no! I was merely saying-"
Shiara laughed, "I'm joking, Daystar."
"Oh." Daystar laughed, "Sorry, I…sorry."
Shiara smiled and studied a painting on the wall, "I've thought of you."
Daystar snapped his eyes to her.
"I miss you, I guess."
"Yeah, I-I miss you, also." He replied.
"Daystar, maybe, someday, when we're older and your father is satisfied with your learning and everything's out of the way, maybe-"
"Come, come, you two." Mendebar ran in, "I need help. Willin set the stove on fire."
"Again?" Daystar commented.
"Again." His father answered, "Come along!"
"Where are you going?" Telemain watched as Morwen stood up and stalked to the door.
"For a walk. I need to clear my head. All this nonsense over nothing…you've driven me insane, Telemain."
"Love does that." Telemain shrugged.
"Please, Telemain…"
"Sorry. I know you hate it when I start acting like we're actually married."
"Oh, and that comment helped?"
"Morwen-"
"Go away."
"Morwen-"
"Away!"
"Morwen-"
"I can't hear you, I can't hear you!"
"Now stop that!" Telemain placed hands on hips, "It's been like this for about two weeks now. Your temper flares, though not always. Sometimes, you'll skip and sing and the next minute, be hurling things at me for no apparent reason that I know of. And I don't think I need to mention how you're always so sick in the mornings and then-"
"Say that again." Morwen interrupted.
"Say what again?"
"What you just said."
"Say what again."
"No, the other thing."
"What other thing?"
"Oh, Telemain!"
"Oh, Telemain!"
"Stop that!" she screeched.
"Stop that!"
"Nevermind."
"Nevermind." Telemain finished off, then added, "Morwen, where're you going?"
"I've got to talk to Cimerone."
"Well, we did it."
"Yes, we fought the blazing fires-of the kitchen." Daystar added.
Shiara laughed, "Good thing your father's napping. I'd hate for him to pass into a deep sleep right at the dinner table."
"Quite right." Daystar chuckled, "Quite right."
It then was quiet between the two, but not an awkward silence was it, but more of a peaceful one, one full of memories and deep with friendship.
"Shiara, I never noticed that mole on your neck."
"There's a mole on my neck?"
"I'm sure of it-no, I think that's a spider."
"Well, get it off! GET IT OFF!" she screamed.
"Calm down and I will." Daystar took a hand a flicked the small spider off, "There, see, no harm done."
"Good." Shiara breathed a sigh of relief.
"Shiara?" Daystar, on the other hand, was quite serious.
"Huh?"
"Uh-well-I-" he stuttered, but soon stopped as Shiara kissed him.
It was quite a long kiss, drawn out, as Daystar had hoped. But, finally, Daystar knew it had to end and felt Shiara pull away.
Her face had turned a difficult shade of crimson, as he felt his doing and all was silent.
"Well." She sighed breathlessly.
"Well?" he asked.
"Let's eat." She answered.
"Yes, let's."
"I haven't the faintest." Daystar said, showing a grin.
"They sure are tense. Something's up." Shiara murmured.
"Like what?" Daystar was determined to keep the conversation going.
Shiara shrugged, "Don't know. It's something though."
"Probably Kazul. Telemain and her never liked each other, anyway."
"So now you're blaming Kazul?" Shiara asked, huffing.
"No, no, no! I was merely saying-"
Shiara laughed, "I'm joking, Daystar."
"Oh." Daystar laughed, "Sorry, I…sorry."
Shiara smiled and studied a painting on the wall, "I've thought of you."
Daystar snapped his eyes to her.
"I miss you, I guess."
"Yeah, I-I miss you, also." He replied.
"Daystar, maybe, someday, when we're older and your father is satisfied with your learning and everything's out of the way, maybe-"
"Come, come, you two." Mendebar ran in, "I need help. Willin set the stove on fire."
"Again?" Daystar commented.
"Again." His father answered, "Come along!"
"Where are you going?" Telemain watched as Morwen stood up and stalked to the door.
"For a walk. I need to clear my head. All this nonsense over nothing…you've driven me insane, Telemain."
"Love does that." Telemain shrugged.
"Please, Telemain…"
"Sorry. I know you hate it when I start acting like we're actually married."
"Oh, and that comment helped?"
"Morwen-"
"Go away."
"Morwen-"
"Away!"
"Morwen-"
"I can't hear you, I can't hear you!"
"Now stop that!" Telemain placed hands on hips, "It's been like this for about two weeks now. Your temper flares, though not always. Sometimes, you'll skip and sing and the next minute, be hurling things at me for no apparent reason that I know of. And I don't think I need to mention how you're always so sick in the mornings and then-"
"Say that again." Morwen interrupted.
"Say what again?"
"What you just said."
"Say what again."
"No, the other thing."
"What other thing?"
"Oh, Telemain!"
"Oh, Telemain!"
"Stop that!" she screeched.
"Stop that!"
"Nevermind."
"Nevermind." Telemain finished off, then added, "Morwen, where're you going?"
"I've got to talk to Cimerone."
"Well, we did it."
"Yes, we fought the blazing fires-of the kitchen." Daystar added.
Shiara laughed, "Good thing your father's napping. I'd hate for him to pass into a deep sleep right at the dinner table."
"Quite right." Daystar chuckled, "Quite right."
It then was quiet between the two, but not an awkward silence was it, but more of a peaceful one, one full of memories and deep with friendship.
"Shiara, I never noticed that mole on your neck."
"There's a mole on my neck?"
"I'm sure of it-no, I think that's a spider."
"Well, get it off! GET IT OFF!" she screamed.
"Calm down and I will." Daystar took a hand a flicked the small spider off, "There, see, no harm done."
"Good." Shiara breathed a sigh of relief.
"Shiara?" Daystar, on the other hand, was quite serious.
"Huh?"
"Uh-well-I-" he stuttered, but soon stopped as Shiara kissed him.
It was quite a long kiss, drawn out, as Daystar had hoped. But, finally, Daystar knew it had to end and felt Shiara pull away.
Her face had turned a difficult shade of crimson, as he felt his doing and all was silent.
"Well." She sighed breathlessly.
"Well?" he asked.
"Let's eat." She answered.
"Yes, let's."