Kel rolled her eyes has Lalassa started measuring her arms and chest. After
Lalassa had finished measuring Kel, she went in the back to get some
fabrics. Afew minutes later Lalassa emerged with different colored fabrics
and patterns. Kel picked a black fabric that was velvet on top and silk on
the bottom. The bottom had ruffles that flared out and made her curves very
attractive. Lalassa promised to design the dress and have it ready for the
ball. "Lalassa?" Kel asked quietly.
"Hmm." Lalassa replied, still looking at the fabric.
"Could you come early tomorrow night?I want to do something that I think you'll be very happy about and also, could you bring face paint and those other supplies." Kel said.
Lalassa eyes widdened and she finally got out, "You mean your going to..." she said pointing to her face.
"Yes." Kel stated, trying to encourage herself to go throught with it. "Please don't tell ANYONE, it will be a surprise, and don't let anyone see what I'm wearing ok?"
Lalassa promised her a million times over that her secret was safe with her. Kel finally got out of the store and headed towards the palace pleased with her decision.
*~*~*
Cleon sat in a winged back chair in front of his fireplace. He had heard from the servant's gossip that Kel had returned. Cleon could remember her face clearly, even though it had been five years since he saw it. Cleon sighed at the thought of Kel, he had missed her and thought of her every day. It had taken Cleon 3 years to forgive Neal for what he had done to Kel. Their friendship would never be as it was in the past but atleast they were friends. Neal had disgraced his reputation and now no one but Cleon, Oranie, Roald, and a few servants talked to him. Neal broke it off with Oranie and moved back to the palace , where he taught some of the pages and squires combat techniques. Neal was never called into battle, in fact hardly any knights were called into battle. Kel did most of the fighting. They had all heard of her victories, they had balls and feasts in her honor but she never came to celebrate. She stayed with the soldiers fighting and holding back the Scanrans. No one knew how she could keep up all of her strength, she fought all day and hardly ever slept, always keeping watch. Even when she had broken her arm, they heard she had kept back the Scanans from sun up to dawn the next day. Cleon gloomily thought back to the last time her saw her, when she had been the old Kel, not the Black Widow. Cleon laughed to himself at the thought of Kel being the Black Widow, but then again she had changed. A lot. Cleon sighed again and starred into the fire. He might as well get ready for bed. he thought. *maybe Kel will come.* Cleon thought to himself. Cleon mentally slapped himself for thinking that. *the Black Widow, come to a ball. You mustn't drink at meals.* Cleon thought. Cleon knew he would just have to wait and see if Kel did show up, but he still felt discouraged. He knew she would never come, but he was wrong.
"Hmm." Lalassa replied, still looking at the fabric.
"Could you come early tomorrow night?I want to do something that I think you'll be very happy about and also, could you bring face paint and those other supplies." Kel said.
Lalassa eyes widdened and she finally got out, "You mean your going to..." she said pointing to her face.
"Yes." Kel stated, trying to encourage herself to go throught with it. "Please don't tell ANYONE, it will be a surprise, and don't let anyone see what I'm wearing ok?"
Lalassa promised her a million times over that her secret was safe with her. Kel finally got out of the store and headed towards the palace pleased with her decision.
*~*~*
Cleon sat in a winged back chair in front of his fireplace. He had heard from the servant's gossip that Kel had returned. Cleon could remember her face clearly, even though it had been five years since he saw it. Cleon sighed at the thought of Kel, he had missed her and thought of her every day. It had taken Cleon 3 years to forgive Neal for what he had done to Kel. Their friendship would never be as it was in the past but atleast they were friends. Neal had disgraced his reputation and now no one but Cleon, Oranie, Roald, and a few servants talked to him. Neal broke it off with Oranie and moved back to the palace , where he taught some of the pages and squires combat techniques. Neal was never called into battle, in fact hardly any knights were called into battle. Kel did most of the fighting. They had all heard of her victories, they had balls and feasts in her honor but she never came to celebrate. She stayed with the soldiers fighting and holding back the Scanrans. No one knew how she could keep up all of her strength, she fought all day and hardly ever slept, always keeping watch. Even when she had broken her arm, they heard she had kept back the Scanans from sun up to dawn the next day. Cleon gloomily thought back to the last time her saw her, when she had been the old Kel, not the Black Widow. Cleon laughed to himself at the thought of Kel being the Black Widow, but then again she had changed. A lot. Cleon sighed again and starred into the fire. He might as well get ready for bed. he thought. *maybe Kel will come.* Cleon thought to himself. Cleon mentally slapped himself for thinking that. *the Black Widow, come to a ball. You mustn't drink at meals.* Cleon thought. Cleon knew he would just have to wait and see if Kel did show up, but he still felt discouraged. He knew she would never come, but he was wrong.