Chapter Two: Preperations ( Gee, how original)
*~The cave was lit only by a small droopy candle, filling it with pale red light. The only piece of furniture was a rickety wooden table placed at the center of it. Three stormwing's gathered around it, their stench thick in the small cavern. The largest of the three, with shards of obsidian for eyes and greasy black hair, held a darking in his filth-covered claw. It squirmed and squealed as the stormwing sqeezed it harder and harder, holding it over a small bowl. A forboding grin crawled over the immortal's face as dark blood dripped into the bowl. When it was full, he hurled the darking over his shoulder, where it hit the wall with a thud. He lifted the bowl, holding it for the rest to see, and growled in a low voice. " The blood of our master...It will be avenged...." *~
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Daine ran into her room and slammed the door. With a sigh, she sank to the floor. "Finally, I think I lost them..." She searched the room, looking for Numair. Hearing large noises coming from his work room, she got up and opened the door with a creak. Numair was crouched over a large bulk, whispering curses and shaking his head in frustration. "You know, if you curse too much, it might ruin the spell" commented Daine, with a hint of humour in her voice. Numair spun around, his concentration broken. When he saw Daine, he relaxed visibly. "Oh Magelet, its only you. You startled me.."
Walking over, he swept her up in his arms and kissed her. Putting her down, he stared at her. "I thought you were with Onua." "Yes" she replied wryly. "And Alanna. and Thayet. And Buri. The story Onua told me about cleaning tack was a hoax. As soon as I walked out the door they attacked. I'm starting to think they're more excited about this wedding than I am." As she finished talking, Numair unexpectedly took her up in his arms again. "Not as excited as me." He murmered to her. She looked up at him and smiled. "What are you working on? It looks interesting."
He looked at her oddly. "I thought I told you, these are the simulacra I'm making for the wedding. Yours is already finished. " He said, pointing to a bulk in the corner. Daine stared an him. "Numair, I know you're nervous, so am I, but is it really necessary to have these....simul...things...get married for us?" Numair smiled at her. "No, these are for AFTER the ceremony. You know we only have one week for a honeymoon. The kingdom is still shakey after the barrier between the realms was broken, and Jonathon needs us. Therefore, these simulacra will drink and make merry with our guests after the ceremony while we proceed happily on our way."
As he finished explaining, a loud pounding could suddenly be heard at the door. " Daine! We know you're in there! Let us in!" Came Buri's loud voice. It was followed by Alanna's. "Don't keep us waiting! You need to pick which flowers are better! The lily's are my fa-" She was cut off by Onua "No, the roses are much better!" "But Lily's are more appropriate for this time of ye-" Alanna'a voice was drowned out by everyone talking at once, arguing over veils, flowers....Numair's eyes got wide as he looked at Daine. "Oh my.. I'm glad we didn't spend any money on a wedding planner.."Then he chuckled. "Imagine....the Lioness worrying about flowers.." Daine laughed, but then sighed and walked towards the door. "Time to face the storm.." And slowly opening the door, was swept into a storm of preparations, her farewells to Numair drowned out by Onua's warcrys of excitement.
The day of the wedding dawned bright and clear. The blue sky sparkled, with only several snow-white clouds fleeting across it. Kel, looking out the window, rose out of her bed and stretched. Two sparrows perched on the sill, cocking their heads at her. She looked at them and sighed. "You fellows don't know how lucky you are, not having to worry about weddings, and dresses... although I suppose you DO have to worry about cats. " The sparrows looked at her oddly and then flitted off. Kel walked over to her bathroom. It was already late morning, and if she didn't hurry, she would be late to the big event. Bathing and combing her hair out, she got out her dress. Lalasa had made it in the latest style, and it was beautiful, the color of the sky with a silvery sheen about it.
She slipped it on, marveling at how well it fit. Lalasa was an excellent seamstress. Straightening the skirts and smoothing out any wrinkles, she went to wake up Lalasa to do her hair. Lalasa, angry at Kel for letting her sleep in, firmly sat her down at a chair in front of the mirror. Then she set to work, muttering occasional curses at the lenth or the thickness of Kel's hair. But when she finished, the results were dramatic. Kel's normally straight, plain brown hair had been transformed. It was a shiny, an almost coppery color in the sunlight, twisted in a pile of curls on the top of her head. Small strands of hair were purposefully left hanging to frame her face. She spun around and hugged Lalasa. "Oh thankyou! It looks wonderful. And the dress too! What would I do without you!" Lalasa blushed, and softly pushed her away. "Now Now M'lady, you'll ruin your hair." But Kel caught the smile on her face as she hurried out of the room to get dressed properly.
Kel looked in the mirror again and smiled. She couldn't wait to see the looks on her sister's faces. She was also anxious to see if the dress drew any stares from a certain young man....practicing her sweetest smile, she walked out of her rooms, with a feeling of nervous excitement in her stomach.
*~The dark stormwing stared at a shimmering puddle on the cave's floor, turned red like blood in the candle-light. He muttered a phrase, and and image of a workroom appeared. A tall dark mage was crouched over his work, as his fiance walked into the room. He picked her up and kissed her. The stormwing grinned, his obsidian eyes glinting. "Enjoy your happiness now..." Then he turned back to the small bowl on the table. His companians were busy adding various substances and ingredients to it, muttering spells. The smallest one in the group turned to his leader. "The potion is almost ready...the blood grows warm..." The black-haired storm-wing smiled in satisfaction, revealing hideous filth-covered teeth. "Good...good. Our master will soon be returned to us...." ~*
Well....there ya go!!! You can probably guess who the master is...but will he ruin the wedding? Can't find out till ya read more! And don't forget, If I don't get reviews, I assume no one cares if I continue. Bye!