A New Years Tale...
Note: Rejalyn Athenlar is © Samantha S. (me/Demontale), Carmencita © Samantha J. (Leigh), Marisa and Scean Van'kre © Marisa H. (Lady Serpentine), Drizzt © R.A. Salvatore, Miguel © Dreamworks, Yecennia © Nicole S., and Jarlaxle © R.A. Salvatore.
CHAPTER 1
If the temperature were fifty-five degress warmer it would have been late spring/early summer. But it wasn't. It was roughly five degress Fahrenheit and seemed like the dead of winter. Two days after the Christmas holiday.
Snow sparkled upon the ground, glistening through both day and night.
The dawnlight finally crept through the windows of the big old house and began to awaken some of the still sleeping inhabitants.
However, before the sun's early rays were able to get all of them up, a knock arose upon the door.
The only two people out of bed and completely dressed raced to the door.
"Hahah! I finally beat you, Jarlaxle!" the woman crowed.
The dark elf murmered a reply, "You were two feet closer to the doorway than I was. Open the door before the visitor leaves."
Rejal grinned charmingly and reached for the doorknob, "Alright, as you wish, mercenary."
The Greecian young woman's soft brown eyes grew wide with surprise at the snow-covered visitor standing on the walkway. Dyed-lavender hair shown barely visibly under a sombrero-like hat that covered the woman's head almost entirely. Teal eyes smiled warmly for the mouth that was covered by a fur scarf.
"Ah!" Rejal said, finding her voice. "Yecennia, come inside! Come to spend the New Years with all of us, eh?"
Jarlaxle snorted, "Bad idea. The girls are cooking. They won't let us order out this year. We'll be poisoned! Oomph!"
Rejal grinned, taking her elbow out from the dark elf's gut and bringing it back to her side.
"Who's there?"
Carmecita had made her way into the kitchen, followed by Marisa and Drizzt after hearing the commotion from the earlier race.
"It's Yecen," Jarlaxle replied.
"And you two are just letting her stand out there! Ye gods, bring her inside!"
After everyone had settled down into the main room and Miguel had ambled down the stairwell into the chaos below, the girls set into the kitchen to make the morning meal.
"I don't see why you and Jarlaxle didn't make brekky," Marisa said to Rejal. "You were both down here about an hour before the sun came up."
"He doesn't trust me cooking with him any more than he trusts us all cooking together."
"Oh, jeez. He survived the Christmas meals we made, didn't he?" Carmen sighed as she began getting the ingredients around.
"He'll be lucky if we don't give him an extra something before New Year's," Rejal answered sourly.
"Aw.. Whazza matter, Rejal? Lonely night in your one-person bed?"
Laughing, Rejal replied, "Oh no, I slept quite well. However it was a little hard to fall asleep after being woken from several awkward sounds coming from the room across the hall. . ." She grinned.
Carmen didn't reply but her mouth formed a secretive smile. The room she and her Miguel shared was across from Rejal's. Such a smile was pleasant and looked quite maternal on the female Spaniard's face. Her brown eyes quickly covered the emotion by looking back down to her work. This was Carmencita de la Cruz, the wife of Miguel, who's mood could change within the bat of an eye.
Marisa Van'kre was half night elf and half drow. Her silver hair was pushed behind her shoulders to be kept out of the way. Her jet black fingers worked calmly with the batter she kneaded. When the three girls went out, they caught the attention of many eyes. Marisa, however, was the one who was able to ward it all off and shoo men away with her composed attitude. At one time she had enjoyed the attention, but it had become tiring very quickly. It was even more so now, because now, Marisa was with Drizzt. And she was happy.
The third in ring of insane sisters, Rejalyn Athenlar, smiled nonchalantly into the bowl of eggs she was scrambling. The Greecian woman had olive skin and brown eyes that seemed they could lure a man into a false sense of devotion. She was the only one of the three who had no beau, and seemed rather pleased about it, also. As with Carmen and Marisa, Rejal was oft bothered by "wanna-be suitors." Owing to the fact she was friends with known fighters and carried her own blade, it wasn't often she was bothered to the extent of hurting the poor fool.
"What exactly are we making, anyway?"
Carmen grinned, "Well, let's try pancakes and eggs, eh? We've got the ingredients ready anyway."
Soon the girls were busying themselves with the kitchenware.
Meanwhile Yecennia was overseeing the men taking down some of the X-mas decor.
"Damn!"
"Jarlaxle, why don't you leave the tree up for a few more days? Surely it wouldn't hurt."
Drizzt and Miguel, who were helping the dark elf try to remove the tree from the stand, silently agreed with Yecen and let go of the evergreen. Unfortunately, this was at the same time Jarlaxle gave a mighty tug.
WHUMP!
"Holy shit! Get this damn piece of timber off my back!"
As Drizzt began to pull up the lumber, Miguel stopped him, bending low. "If we do, do you promise not to hurt us?"
Jarlaxle's eyes narrowed. "Depends on two things: One.. on how fast you get this thing off of me and upright."
Miguel nodded and fumbled for a good hold on the tree. After grunting and muttering curses under their breaths, the two finally succeeded in setting it up.
Drizzt eyed the mercenary as he got up. "What was the second thing?"
"On how fast you RUN!"
Miguel and Drizzt bolted from the room as Jarlaxle picked himself up and picked out a knife from his vest.
Note: Rejalyn Athenlar is © Samantha S. (me/Demontale), Carmencita © Samantha J. (Leigh), Marisa and Scean Van'kre © Marisa H. (Lady Serpentine), Drizzt © R.A. Salvatore, Miguel © Dreamworks, Yecennia © Nicole S., and Jarlaxle © R.A. Salvatore.
CHAPTER 1
If the temperature were fifty-five degress warmer it would have been late spring/early summer. But it wasn't. It was roughly five degress Fahrenheit and seemed like the dead of winter. Two days after the Christmas holiday.
Snow sparkled upon the ground, glistening through both day and night.
The dawnlight finally crept through the windows of the big old house and began to awaken some of the still sleeping inhabitants.
However, before the sun's early rays were able to get all of them up, a knock arose upon the door.
The only two people out of bed and completely dressed raced to the door.
"Hahah! I finally beat you, Jarlaxle!" the woman crowed.
The dark elf murmered a reply, "You were two feet closer to the doorway than I was. Open the door before the visitor leaves."
Rejal grinned charmingly and reached for the doorknob, "Alright, as you wish, mercenary."
The Greecian young woman's soft brown eyes grew wide with surprise at the snow-covered visitor standing on the walkway. Dyed-lavender hair shown barely visibly under a sombrero-like hat that covered the woman's head almost entirely. Teal eyes smiled warmly for the mouth that was covered by a fur scarf.
"Ah!" Rejal said, finding her voice. "Yecennia, come inside! Come to spend the New Years with all of us, eh?"
Jarlaxle snorted, "Bad idea. The girls are cooking. They won't let us order out this year. We'll be poisoned! Oomph!"
Rejal grinned, taking her elbow out from the dark elf's gut and bringing it back to her side.
"Who's there?"
Carmecita had made her way into the kitchen, followed by Marisa and Drizzt after hearing the commotion from the earlier race.
"It's Yecen," Jarlaxle replied.
"And you two are just letting her stand out there! Ye gods, bring her inside!"
After everyone had settled down into the main room and Miguel had ambled down the stairwell into the chaos below, the girls set into the kitchen to make the morning meal.
"I don't see why you and Jarlaxle didn't make brekky," Marisa said to Rejal. "You were both down here about an hour before the sun came up."
"He doesn't trust me cooking with him any more than he trusts us all cooking together."
"Oh, jeez. He survived the Christmas meals we made, didn't he?" Carmen sighed as she began getting the ingredients around.
"He'll be lucky if we don't give him an extra something before New Year's," Rejal answered sourly.
"Aw.. Whazza matter, Rejal? Lonely night in your one-person bed?"
Laughing, Rejal replied, "Oh no, I slept quite well. However it was a little hard to fall asleep after being woken from several awkward sounds coming from the room across the hall. . ." She grinned.
Carmen didn't reply but her mouth formed a secretive smile. The room she and her Miguel shared was across from Rejal's. Such a smile was pleasant and looked quite maternal on the female Spaniard's face. Her brown eyes quickly covered the emotion by looking back down to her work. This was Carmencita de la Cruz, the wife of Miguel, who's mood could change within the bat of an eye.
Marisa Van'kre was half night elf and half drow. Her silver hair was pushed behind her shoulders to be kept out of the way. Her jet black fingers worked calmly with the batter she kneaded. When the three girls went out, they caught the attention of many eyes. Marisa, however, was the one who was able to ward it all off and shoo men away with her composed attitude. At one time she had enjoyed the attention, but it had become tiring very quickly. It was even more so now, because now, Marisa was with Drizzt. And she was happy.
The third in ring of insane sisters, Rejalyn Athenlar, smiled nonchalantly into the bowl of eggs she was scrambling. The Greecian woman had olive skin and brown eyes that seemed they could lure a man into a false sense of devotion. She was the only one of the three who had no beau, and seemed rather pleased about it, also. As with Carmen and Marisa, Rejal was oft bothered by "wanna-be suitors." Owing to the fact she was friends with known fighters and carried her own blade, it wasn't often she was bothered to the extent of hurting the poor fool.
"What exactly are we making, anyway?"
Carmen grinned, "Well, let's try pancakes and eggs, eh? We've got the ingredients ready anyway."
Soon the girls were busying themselves with the kitchenware.
Meanwhile Yecennia was overseeing the men taking down some of the X-mas decor.
"Damn!"
"Jarlaxle, why don't you leave the tree up for a few more days? Surely it wouldn't hurt."
Drizzt and Miguel, who were helping the dark elf try to remove the tree from the stand, silently agreed with Yecen and let go of the evergreen. Unfortunately, this was at the same time Jarlaxle gave a mighty tug.
WHUMP!
"Holy shit! Get this damn piece of timber off my back!"
As Drizzt began to pull up the lumber, Miguel stopped him, bending low. "If we do, do you promise not to hurt us?"
Jarlaxle's eyes narrowed. "Depends on two things: One.. on how fast you get this thing off of me and upright."
Miguel nodded and fumbled for a good hold on the tree. After grunting and muttering curses under their breaths, the two finally succeeded in setting it up.
Drizzt eyed the mercenary as he got up. "What was the second thing?"
"On how fast you RUN!"
Miguel and Drizzt bolted from the room as Jarlaxle picked himself up and picked out a knife from his vest.
