O and Peyton the Perfecto-ummm i'm the perfect person. And turkeys all the way!


Alanna pushed aside the flap of the tent, and entered to see Halef Seif and George sitting on the floor talking. They didn't even notice her walk in.

"Am I interrupting something?" she asked with a smile.

The two men jumped, but George covered his shock well, "Nothing, my dear. Nothing."

She smiled and walked over to him. He pulled her down to sit. "But, if I didn't interrupt something then why did you two jump?"

We weren't expecting you. Any person would be shocked when they were having a conversation and someone interrupts them suddenly," Halef Seif put in.

It made sense, but something told Alanna that they weren't telling the whole truth. " Well then I'm sorry I interrupted, but continue."

"Oh no, it's okay. We were just finishing. We'll continue tomorrow George?" the tribal chief asked.

"As sure as it will be hot tomorrow," George joked.

"Don't make fun my friend," and with that he left. Alanna watched her friend leave.

"It'll be ok, love, " George came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulder.

"Huh?" she asked absentmindedly.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear.

This made Alanna smile, " I know you do. Why else would want to marry me?"

"Hey don't ask that question not even I'm sure of that answer."

Alanna stared at George. " I'm joking, lass, I'm joking."

"Don't do that! I thought you'd meant it." Alanna scolded.

George leaned in, and kissed her, " There does that prove I'm joking?"

"Well if you mean the way you kiss, then no," she teased.

"You know what I meant well and good. I meant the chemistry, the connection, between us," George told her.

"I know, and yes it does prove so."

George's eyes let into a devious grin, " But if the kiss doesn't do it, I know something that will."

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Coram stepped out into the sun and sheilded his eyes with his hands. The light was very bright when you've been in a tent for a long time.
He needed to do something. But what? There wasn't much you could do in the desert. He ticked off the ideas in his head- cook, talk with the Bazhir, look for an oasis, look for the two tribe shamans, make things, ride. That stopped him. Ride. He could do that. He could ride around the area. See everything.

'Coram,' a voice told him, ' you've seen this area before. You know it well'

Yes, but I need to do something and this is the only thing I want to do.' That stopped the pesky voice.

Coram walked over to the stables, and saddled his horse. Once he had walked it outside and had gotten up he started to make sure he had everything. As he was making sure he had a knife, another horse came up to him. "Coram, you shouldn't be riding out alone."

"Alanna, a grown man is capable of doing anything he pleases alone or with company, " he informed her.

"Oh, you know that isn't true. It's best to be in numbers, besides when I came out here alone a year ago all alone, you told me I shouldn't ride alone."

Both sat in silence for a while remembering that night until Coram broke the silence, " Yes, but you weren't a grown man, were ye?"

"No. I wasn't. What was I?" she asked him.

"You were a knight just out of training. You were a young defenseless girl."
"Ah, but you just said I was a knight."

"Yes, but either way I said it you would try and prove me wrong."
Alanna grinned. "You were my lass going through emotional struggles, and I made myself a promise when you became a knight that nothing was going to happen to ye."

Alanna suddenly realized why Coram was so upset with George and her's relationship. " You think of me like a daughter, don't you?"

"Of course I do. But you knew that."

That was true, she'd always known Coram loved her like the daughter he never had, but......"So are you planning anything with Rispah?"

This took Coram by surprise. He hadn't really thought about it. He loved her, yes, but marriage? "I don't know. Maybe."

Alanna grinned at him, " Maybe you should think about it. She seems to really love you. I don't think she'd say no. Besides she may say yes. " Her eyes twinkled as she turned and went back to the stable.

Coram looked around. They'd never left the stables! Now he needed that ride more than ever.

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Rispah laid back on her cushion. Life was way too confusing. First her COUSIN was getting married, and then Coram. She knew he loved her. She loved him back. Life was great. But if life was great, why was something troubling her?

"Cousin?" George called from outside the tent.

"George, you don't need to call from outside the tent," she called back.

He peeked his head in, " Yeah, but you know the Bazhir."

Rispah smiled, "Yes, I do."

"Are you okay with me and Alanna getting betrothed?"

"Yes, yes of course I am," she assured him. He looked at her strangely. "Really. I love Alanna. Almost like she was my own sister. Which she soon will be."

George gave a little chuckle, but then he looked at her. More deeply. "Coram," he whispered.

"What?" she asked and sat up.

"Coram's bothering you isn't he? What is he doing this time?"

"This time? Why Coram's never done anything before. Well nothing bad anyways."

"Well then why is he bothering you?" He sat down next to her.

"He's not bothering me. At least I don't think he is." She paused. "Gods, George, I love him! And I know he loves me back, but it's like something's missing."

"Marriage," her cousin suggested.

"Maybe."

George was worried. He'd never seen Rispah this out of control. She was the most in control person he knew. He depended on her.

"George. I feel lost in this relationship. Well not totally. Coram lets me do what I please and he's okay with who I am. Other men didn't , because they thought I liked it and that it would put them in good favor with you. And others didn't. They gave me orders. But with Coram...... we're okay with each other. It's new for me. And I like it." Rispah wasn't used to talking this much. But she'd finally realized her problem. " I think that's one thing troubling me. This is new for me.You know?

"Yes I do. Now if you don't mind I must go and see my Lioness." He got up and looked at her. "And Rispah. He's the one. I can tell. He'll make you happy." And he left.

Forgetting that he had left, Rispah called out, "How do you know?"

"My Sight, lass, my Sight. You know it's true in your heart."

"Him and his stupid Sight," she grumbled as she laid down again.

The sun set that night leaving two with very confused minds.