hey, here again, back from vacation and ready to go!
It was a week later when Berenice was eating her dinner when Arsinoe came prancing into their sitting room with a huge grin on her face. She hummed happily to herself and sat with a plot onto a couch across from Berenice's chair. Berenice looked up at her older sister. Arsinoe in a good mood? she thought, Never. Arsinoe worked with some mages and scholars and the study of Wiccan magic (I know theres a 'k', but I don't really feel comfortable using it in fanfiction, it's like scared, ok anyways...). She also told them of their culture and things connected to that, she mostly just answered questions all day so Berenice couldn't figure out why she was so happy.
"Whats with you?" she asked.
"I made friends with Kel's group today!" she cried happily. "It's like every Tamora Pierce's fan dream to meet some of her characters, and here I am, newly made friends with them!" she squealed, "This is what I came to Tortall for."
Berenice thought a moment. "Isn't kind of weird though?" she asked, "knowing like every intimate detail of their lives? Do they know you know about them?"
'They know I came from a world where some of the people here are characters in books, but they don't think it's them. Besides," she went on, " whats so bad about knowing every intimate detail about them? Now I don't really have to take the time to get to know them and it might prove to be very interesting blackmail, if I ever need to use it."
Berenice sighed. It would be stupid to start an argument with Arsinoe plus she didn't want to burst her bubble. Just because Arsinoe was friends with them didn't mean she had to be. She was just fine the way she was avoiding Kel and her friends at all costs.
It was Saturday and Berenice had decided to take a break from translating for awhile. She had gotten a book form the library that Sir Mattieu had recommended. It was a book on the earliest document history of Tortall. Berenice found it very interesting, learning a whole new history. So she settled down on a couch in the sitting room and prepared for a long read. And then there was a knock on the door.
"One second!" she called, a little peeved to have to get up when she had just sat down. Putting a finger in her spot in her book, she hopped up and run to the door and quickly opened it, expecting to see Numair or Sir Mattieu. She gasped. The moment she saw him, she knew it was Neal, it was the widows peak that really gave him away.
"Hallo," she said, unintentionally staring at him as if he had three heads.
"Um, Hello, is Arsinoe here?" he asked, he too was staring at her.
"No, she's out talking to some mages or something, she doesn't really tell me where she goes too often." Berenice regained her senses, she might as well be friendly, it was awkward for her, but she might as well be friendly. She stuck out her hand. "I'm Berenice, Arsinoe's sister."
He shook her hand, "Neal of Queenscove, I didn't know Arsinoe had a sister,"
Berenice shrugged, "She probably doesn't talk about me much, I don't really think she likes me that much."
"Oh, I doubt that, she seems really nice to me," Neal told her.
" Thats because your Neal," Berenice muttered under her breath.
"What?"
"Nothing!" You really have to stop thinking out loud, Berenice told herself, it was one of her habits.
Neal looked at the book in her hand, "What are you reading?" he asked.
"Oh!" Berenice brought up her book, " 'The History of Tortall, 101 to 200'" she told him.
"Sounds interesting," he commented sarcastically.
"No, actually it is," Berenice told him, "Boring title, but a good book."
Neal chuckled, "Well, if Arsinoe isn't here I guess I better go, unless you want to come to the market with us?" Neal looked at her beseechingly.
Berenice shook her head, "No, thats all right," She said a little too forcefully, If she found talking to Neal weird, she doubted that she would like to go somewhere with all of Kel's friends.
"Well, if you're sure,"
Berenice nodded, " I want to start my book," she assured him, hoping it was a good enough excuse.
"Well all right then, bye!," he headed down the hall.
"Bye!" Berenice called She shut the door and leant against it. She sighed. "Well that wasn't so bad."
It was a week later when Berenice was eating her dinner when Arsinoe came prancing into their sitting room with a huge grin on her face. She hummed happily to herself and sat with a plot onto a couch across from Berenice's chair. Berenice looked up at her older sister. Arsinoe in a good mood? she thought, Never. Arsinoe worked with some mages and scholars and the study of Wiccan magic (I know theres a 'k', but I don't really feel comfortable using it in fanfiction, it's like scared, ok anyways...). She also told them of their culture and things connected to that, she mostly just answered questions all day so Berenice couldn't figure out why she was so happy.
"Whats with you?" she asked.
"I made friends with Kel's group today!" she cried happily. "It's like every Tamora Pierce's fan dream to meet some of her characters, and here I am, newly made friends with them!" she squealed, "This is what I came to Tortall for."
Berenice thought a moment. "Isn't kind of weird though?" she asked, "knowing like every intimate detail of their lives? Do they know you know about them?"
'They know I came from a world where some of the people here are characters in books, but they don't think it's them. Besides," she went on, " whats so bad about knowing every intimate detail about them? Now I don't really have to take the time to get to know them and it might prove to be very interesting blackmail, if I ever need to use it."
Berenice sighed. It would be stupid to start an argument with Arsinoe plus she didn't want to burst her bubble. Just because Arsinoe was friends with them didn't mean she had to be. She was just fine the way she was avoiding Kel and her friends at all costs.
It was Saturday and Berenice had decided to take a break from translating for awhile. She had gotten a book form the library that Sir Mattieu had recommended. It was a book on the earliest document history of Tortall. Berenice found it very interesting, learning a whole new history. So she settled down on a couch in the sitting room and prepared for a long read. And then there was a knock on the door.
"One second!" she called, a little peeved to have to get up when she had just sat down. Putting a finger in her spot in her book, she hopped up and run to the door and quickly opened it, expecting to see Numair or Sir Mattieu. She gasped. The moment she saw him, she knew it was Neal, it was the widows peak that really gave him away.
"Hallo," she said, unintentionally staring at him as if he had three heads.
"Um, Hello, is Arsinoe here?" he asked, he too was staring at her.
"No, she's out talking to some mages or something, she doesn't really tell me where she goes too often." Berenice regained her senses, she might as well be friendly, it was awkward for her, but she might as well be friendly. She stuck out her hand. "I'm Berenice, Arsinoe's sister."
He shook her hand, "Neal of Queenscove, I didn't know Arsinoe had a sister,"
Berenice shrugged, "She probably doesn't talk about me much, I don't really think she likes me that much."
"Oh, I doubt that, she seems really nice to me," Neal told her.
" Thats because your Neal," Berenice muttered under her breath.
"What?"
"Nothing!" You really have to stop thinking out loud, Berenice told herself, it was one of her habits.
Neal looked at the book in her hand, "What are you reading?" he asked.
"Oh!" Berenice brought up her book, " 'The History of Tortall, 101 to 200'" she told him.
"Sounds interesting," he commented sarcastically.
"No, actually it is," Berenice told him, "Boring title, but a good book."
Neal chuckled, "Well, if Arsinoe isn't here I guess I better go, unless you want to come to the market with us?" Neal looked at her beseechingly.
Berenice shook her head, "No, thats all right," She said a little too forcefully, If she found talking to Neal weird, she doubted that she would like to go somewhere with all of Kel's friends.
"Well, if you're sure,"
Berenice nodded, " I want to start my book," she assured him, hoping it was a good enough excuse.
"Well all right then, bye!," he headed down the hall.
"Bye!" Berenice called She shut the door and leant against it. She sighed. "Well that wasn't so bad."