A/N: HOLY SMOKES! This took me FOREVER to get up! Don't blame me, it's all because of school and Mr. Kortright, not to mention Mrs. Borrmann, the dirty English teacher! TOO MANY ESSAYS! TOO LITTLE TIME! Oh well, here it is, this weekend I should have s'more up too! THANK'EE KINDLY, MARMS and SAHS!
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Martin woke up sweating, tears saturated his whiskers. The dream had been beautiful, yet so sad ... and scary. And scary. He couldn't exactly place his paw on it, though. The dream had seemed to float away from him. Afloat on cool spring air ... cool spring air? What had made him think of that? He shrugged it off, what he didn't know couldn't hurt him, but what bothered him was that he knew it, but had forgotten.
In Cavern Hole Martin found Perigold and sat next to her. She smiled sweetly at him from over her strawberry scone, he twitched his whiskers, too in thought to smile back. Perigold seemed taken aback, but continued eating her hot scone without question.
"This food makes what I'm used to taste like it's poisoned!" she joked smiling toothily. But this just made the warrior frown even more. Suddenly, jolted by the statement, the dream came flooding back to him- spring air ... poison ... spring air ... poison ... spring air ... singing ... Rose!
[the dream]
"Rose?" Her face drifted into his slumbering vision, smiling with a worried look in her eyes. "Rose ..." She didn't respond. Martin reached out, but the shrouding mist thickened until all he could hear was her voice, her beautiful voice.
"Oh Martin, Oh Martin
I feel your breath
The moments we shared
I will ne'er forget
Oh Martin, Oh Martin
Your happiness true
I'll tell you now
She's the wrong maid for you
Oh Martin, Oh Martin
Please pay me some heed
Don't hug her or kiss her
As you would me
Oh Martin, Oh Martin
For safety so fair
She's evil in beauty
Like poison afloat in spring air
Oh Martin, Oh Martin
Please do this for me
Oh Martin, Oh Martin
I'll come to thee ... ... ..."
"ROSE!" he shouted, but the mist was complete now, and her voice was fading. "Rose, no ROSE!" He shook in fitful anger, sweating as he plowed through the mist, trying to locate her, only to find his efforts in vain ... he was awakening.
[back to reality, lover boy]
"Martin? ... ... Martin?!" The melody echoed through his mind, his ears ringing with the ghostly sound of Laterose of Noonvale.
"What? Oh, yes, I'm okay, just ... memories." Perigold looked at him, trying vainly to be sympathetic, but there was something about her that made him believe she didn't give a cat's whisker. *No,* he told himself, *I'm just being silly. Yes, that's it, Perigold is fine ... "poison afloat in spring air" ... cool ... spring ... air, cool spring air ... * He watched as Perigold daintily licked strawberry from her fingers.
"Come on, warrior! You ARE going to finish showing me the orchard, aren't you?"
" ... What? ... Yes, yes, let's go now, I'm finished."
"But you barely even ate!"
"I'm not hungry, let's go, you'll love the orchard ..." He trailed off, hardly hearing himself. What had Rose meant? Could ... could the dead be jealous of the living? Could the dead be jealous at ALL?
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Martin woke up sweating, tears saturated his whiskers. The dream had been beautiful, yet so sad ... and scary. And scary. He couldn't exactly place his paw on it, though. The dream had seemed to float away from him. Afloat on cool spring air ... cool spring air? What had made him think of that? He shrugged it off, what he didn't know couldn't hurt him, but what bothered him was that he knew it, but had forgotten.
In Cavern Hole Martin found Perigold and sat next to her. She smiled sweetly at him from over her strawberry scone, he twitched his whiskers, too in thought to smile back. Perigold seemed taken aback, but continued eating her hot scone without question.
"This food makes what I'm used to taste like it's poisoned!" she joked smiling toothily. But this just made the warrior frown even more. Suddenly, jolted by the statement, the dream came flooding back to him- spring air ... poison ... spring air ... poison ... spring air ... singing ... Rose!
[the dream]
"Rose?" Her face drifted into his slumbering vision, smiling with a worried look in her eyes. "Rose ..." She didn't respond. Martin reached out, but the shrouding mist thickened until all he could hear was her voice, her beautiful voice.
"Oh Martin, Oh Martin
I feel your breath
The moments we shared
I will ne'er forget
Oh Martin, Oh Martin
Your happiness true
I'll tell you now
She's the wrong maid for you
Oh Martin, Oh Martin
Please pay me some heed
Don't hug her or kiss her
As you would me
Oh Martin, Oh Martin
For safety so fair
She's evil in beauty
Like poison afloat in spring air
Oh Martin, Oh Martin
Please do this for me
Oh Martin, Oh Martin
I'll come to thee ... ... ..."
"ROSE!" he shouted, but the mist was complete now, and her voice was fading. "Rose, no ROSE!" He shook in fitful anger, sweating as he plowed through the mist, trying to locate her, only to find his efforts in vain ... he was awakening.
[back to reality, lover boy]
"Martin? ... ... Martin?!" The melody echoed through his mind, his ears ringing with the ghostly sound of Laterose of Noonvale.
"What? Oh, yes, I'm okay, just ... memories." Perigold looked at him, trying vainly to be sympathetic, but there was something about her that made him believe she didn't give a cat's whisker. *No,* he told himself, *I'm just being silly. Yes, that's it, Perigold is fine ... "poison afloat in spring air" ... cool ... spring ... air, cool spring air ... * He watched as Perigold daintily licked strawberry from her fingers.
"Come on, warrior! You ARE going to finish showing me the orchard, aren't you?"
" ... What? ... Yes, yes, let's go now, I'm finished."
"But you barely even ate!"
"I'm not hungry, let's go, you'll love the orchard ..." He trailed off, hardly hearing himself. What had Rose meant? Could ... could the dead be jealous of the living? Could the dead be jealous at ALL?
