Chapter 5: Midnight Getaway
That night all was quiet, except in 3 of the rooms. Heero kissed Relena's forehead and smiled slightly as she stirred sleepily. He then opened then door and slipped across the hallway to Trowa's room. The door opened to a very wide awake Trowa and an annoyed Catherine. She was tossing one of her circus knives and giving Heero death glares. He decided to make it quick. Heero glanced at his watch- it was 11:55.
Not one for many words for many words Heero glance at Kyriel's door and said, "You or me?"
"Definitely me," replied Trowa, "you have Relena to protect now."
"Hnn," grunted Heero as he tossed Trowa a small case. He pivoted on his heel and walked back to his shared room and shut the door. Trowa saluted with the case and reentered his own room…to a very angry sister.
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Kyriel debated the wisdom of using one of the many secret passages in the house to get to the stables. She decided not to bother. All the pilots should be asleep by now and she didn't fancy moving the dresser. It wasn't as if she was doing any thing illegal, just secret. She saluted herself ironically, oh good for you make a lot of sense.
Opening the door she hefted her bundle onto her shoulder and walked forward. She winced inwardly at the sound of bells. Closing the door she jangled down the halls and out of the house. Stopping at the stable she grabbed a sack of grain and a knapsack of apples. Getting her bearings she headed down a well-used horse trail to the left. She never noticed a slight shadow that slipped after her.
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Trowa followed the girl, Kyriel he corrected himself, on her not so secret trip. The idiot was going on a midnight trip. Where to he had no clue, the only thing he could be thankful for was the fact he could ride bareback. He only hoped that she wasn't carrying a saddle like he thought she was. There might not be an extra horse for him to borrow.
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About a kilometer later Kyriel turned left onto an overgrown path. As she tramped along Kyriel let herself relax a tiny bit. Soon she would be with her friends and all would be well.
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Trowa almost missed her abrupt turn off the beaten trail. Cursing mentally Trowa's yanked his thoughts forcefully to the task at hand. Time later to be mooning over a certain girl's body and brain patterns. That is when and if he ever caught up with Kyriel.
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Kyriel sighed as she reached the clearing. She knew without looking at her watch that it was exactly 12:55am. She had done this trip too many times to be wrong now. Dropping her equipment in a pile Kyriel stretched like a cat before setting about her tasks.
With an unconscious grace and efficiency Kyriel filled a nearby trough with grain and another with apples. In less than five minutes she began pumping clear, sweet water into a basin-like pool. At exactly 1:00am a distant thundering could be heard. Smiling slightly Kyriel let her restraints loose and let her mind soar. "Brethren," she cried into the silence of her mind.
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Trowa started sharply as the word Brethren echoed in his head. It had been years since he had encountered another telepath strong enough to break through his shields. The last had been Heero. Quatre had come close but was more of an empath than a mind-speaker. Heero and I are going to have to have a long talk with Kyriel about all those changes her parents made.
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Kyriel watched as a mass of black and silver horses came racing towards her across the hills. At last she wouldn't be alone with no one to talk to. She was content…for the moment.
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Once a year they all gathered and the herds chose a new leader and mate. Mated for life the wisest of the youthful wise were carefully considered and eliminated by a council of former leaders. Then they came to comfort their hoof-less sister. They also came to be anointed by her. She was their human governess. They could only hop that one day she too would find her life-mate.
Six years had passed, but no mate yet. The herd was worried, every year the governess became more and more sad. She felt as if she was failing them. The herd knew she did her best, but they worried all the same.
They were in sight now and she was waiting. Joyfully holding out strings of bells and flowers she bedecked the new leaders as was befitting the customs. Now they would all partake of the feast. The herd was content and all was good.
˜µ™
Kyriel wandered among the herd for a long time. She greeted old friends and past leaders but soon her loneliness set in. Wandering off Kyriel climbed onto the rail of a nearby fence. She considered the Sargasso - as they called themselves. They were her family now, but she still needed human companionship.
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Trowa was ready to go crazy from the contented murmurs in his head. Instead of having to deal with one psychic girl he had to deal with a herd of psychic horses. Dammit…he was going to go crazy. Hell, he already was!
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The herd was leaving again. The time was done and they needed to depart once more.
The bulk of the herd left sending well wishes and thanks behind. Some stayed for more lengthy farewells but all too soon they were gone. Kyriel sighed and gathered up what needed to be taken back to the farm. Turning around she came face to face with a very annoyed Trowa. "We need to talk," was all he said as they went back to the house. That was at 3:00am.
Kyriel yawned and glanced blearily at the clock. It read 7:00am. 3 hours! Heero and Trowa had had her up for 3 hours to answer their questions. Now she could sleep…until lunchtime anyway. She didn't know how the other two expected to function, except on sheer will power alone.
That night all was quiet, except in 3 of the rooms. Heero kissed Relena's forehead and smiled slightly as she stirred sleepily. He then opened then door and slipped across the hallway to Trowa's room. The door opened to a very wide awake Trowa and an annoyed Catherine. She was tossing one of her circus knives and giving Heero death glares. He decided to make it quick. Heero glanced at his watch- it was 11:55.
Not one for many words for many words Heero glance at Kyriel's door and said, "You or me?"
"Definitely me," replied Trowa, "you have Relena to protect now."
"Hnn," grunted Heero as he tossed Trowa a small case. He pivoted on his heel and walked back to his shared room and shut the door. Trowa saluted with the case and reentered his own room…to a very angry sister.
˜µ™
Kyriel debated the wisdom of using one of the many secret passages in the house to get to the stables. She decided not to bother. All the pilots should be asleep by now and she didn't fancy moving the dresser. It wasn't as if she was doing any thing illegal, just secret. She saluted herself ironically, oh good for you make a lot of sense.
Opening the door she hefted her bundle onto her shoulder and walked forward. She winced inwardly at the sound of bells. Closing the door she jangled down the halls and out of the house. Stopping at the stable she grabbed a sack of grain and a knapsack of apples. Getting her bearings she headed down a well-used horse trail to the left. She never noticed a slight shadow that slipped after her.
˜µ™
Trowa followed the girl, Kyriel he corrected himself, on her not so secret trip. The idiot was going on a midnight trip. Where to he had no clue, the only thing he could be thankful for was the fact he could ride bareback. He only hoped that she wasn't carrying a saddle like he thought she was. There might not be an extra horse for him to borrow.
˜µ™
About a kilometer later Kyriel turned left onto an overgrown path. As she tramped along Kyriel let herself relax a tiny bit. Soon she would be with her friends and all would be well.
˜µ™
Trowa almost missed her abrupt turn off the beaten trail. Cursing mentally Trowa's yanked his thoughts forcefully to the task at hand. Time later to be mooning over a certain girl's body and brain patterns. That is when and if he ever caught up with Kyriel.
˜µ™
Kyriel sighed as she reached the clearing. She knew without looking at her watch that it was exactly 12:55am. She had done this trip too many times to be wrong now. Dropping her equipment in a pile Kyriel stretched like a cat before setting about her tasks.
With an unconscious grace and efficiency Kyriel filled a nearby trough with grain and another with apples. In less than five minutes she began pumping clear, sweet water into a basin-like pool. At exactly 1:00am a distant thundering could be heard. Smiling slightly Kyriel let her restraints loose and let her mind soar. "Brethren," she cried into the silence of her mind.
˜µ™
Trowa started sharply as the word Brethren echoed in his head. It had been years since he had encountered another telepath strong enough to break through his shields. The last had been Heero. Quatre had come close but was more of an empath than a mind-speaker. Heero and I are going to have to have a long talk with Kyriel about all those changes her parents made.
˜µ™
Kyriel watched as a mass of black and silver horses came racing towards her across the hills. At last she wouldn't be alone with no one to talk to. She was content…for the moment.
˜µ™
Once a year they all gathered and the herds chose a new leader and mate. Mated for life the wisest of the youthful wise were carefully considered and eliminated by a council of former leaders. Then they came to comfort their hoof-less sister. They also came to be anointed by her. She was their human governess. They could only hop that one day she too would find her life-mate.
Six years had passed, but no mate yet. The herd was worried, every year the governess became more and more sad. She felt as if she was failing them. The herd knew she did her best, but they worried all the same.
They were in sight now and she was waiting. Joyfully holding out strings of bells and flowers she bedecked the new leaders as was befitting the customs. Now they would all partake of the feast. The herd was content and all was good.
˜µ™
Kyriel wandered among the herd for a long time. She greeted old friends and past leaders but soon her loneliness set in. Wandering off Kyriel climbed onto the rail of a nearby fence. She considered the Sargasso - as they called themselves. They were her family now, but she still needed human companionship.
˜µ™
Trowa was ready to go crazy from the contented murmurs in his head. Instead of having to deal with one psychic girl he had to deal with a herd of psychic horses. Dammit…he was going to go crazy. Hell, he already was!
˜µ™
The herd was leaving again. The time was done and they needed to depart once more.
The bulk of the herd left sending well wishes and thanks behind. Some stayed for more lengthy farewells but all too soon they were gone. Kyriel sighed and gathered up what needed to be taken back to the farm. Turning around she came face to face with a very annoyed Trowa. "We need to talk," was all he said as they went back to the house. That was at 3:00am.
Kyriel yawned and glanced blearily at the clock. It read 7:00am. 3 hours! Heero and Trowa had had her up for 3 hours to answer their questions. Now she could sleep…until lunchtime anyway. She didn't know how the other two expected to function, except on sheer will power alone.