A/N: Thank you all for your reviews. Yes I have noticed similarities
between Malayian and Surreal, probably because Surreal is one of my other
favorite characters. I plan to diverge from that slightly soon. (Can the
world deal with two Surreal's?) I know I'm being kind of slow about getting
to the romance and her history, but I will get to it all eventually. Just
trying to build up the suspense.
Disclaimer: I own Malayian and the basic plot to this story, but the rest of the characters and the world belong to Anne Bishop.
Full Moon
Malayian rolled out of bed with a groan, realizing that last night had been the full moon, which meant that her moon's blood had started. She sighed, and decided that she'd go ask Karla for one of her healing brew's after she finished morning training with Lucivar. Malayian growled to herself. The last thing she wanted to do was try and keep up with the bastard today.
The sun was shining brightly when Malayian reached the training field, and her abdomen was starting to twinge. Shoving the pain out of her mind, Malayian began to stretch. She would make it through the morning session, and then she could see Karla, with whom she'd become rather good friends. Karla's prickly nature suited Malayian, and she rather admired the younger girl for her strength.
A snarl alerted Malayian to Lucivar's presence standing over her, but she refused to look up.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked her.
"Stretching before practice," she responded, still not bothering to look up.
"No you're not. You're going back to your room and I'm fixing you a moontime brew."
"No, thank you," Malayian told him, finally standing up and fixing him with her dark gaze. "I'm fine for morning practice, and then Karla with fix me a brew so that I'll be able to assist you for the afternoon."
Lucivar snarled again. "No you're not. I'll not have you falling over in front of the student's. You're obviously in pain."
"Mother Night, you're so male! I've fought through pain before. The practice, will do me good. Now leave me alone!" Malayian turned to walk off, but Lucivar grabbed her arm, and picked her up to carry her inside.
"Let go of me, you bastard!" Malayian screamed, and with one well aimed kick, managed to convince Lucivar to drop her. She glared at the Eyrien male who was now on his knees gasping for breath.
"I seem to fight better through pain than you do."
"Bitch," Lucivar managed to gasp out. Malayian treated him to a cold smile and walked off to practice.
"What in the name of Hell did you do to yourself," Karla clucked sympathetically, as she heated water for the brew. "You look a wreck."
Malayian grimaced, her hand over her stomach. "I tried to prove to Lucivar that I could still fight, even with moontime cramps."
"Hm," Karla muttered. "I could tell you that was really stupid, but I believe you've realized that. Here you are." She handed Malayian a mug of something that smelled dreadful.
Malayian smiled. "I would have done it again just to see the look on his face when I kicked him in the balls," she told her friend.
"You kicked Lucivar!" Karla laughed. "That would be priceless. I'm sorry I missed that." The pulled a chair up and sat on it backwards, legs straddling the back of it. "Poor Lucivar."
Malayian sipped at the brew and sighed as the pain in her abdomen eased. "Why poor Lucivar? He's the one who nearly dragged me back to the Keep over his shoulder."
Karla raised an eyebrow, but said nothing but, "Do you want anymore brew?"
"No thanks, I'm fine for now. I'll lie down before I go to afternoon practice. Thanks for the brew."
"No problem." Karla smiled at her. "Kiss kiss." (a/n: well she had to say it at some point!)
Malayian, but down the book she was reading, and stood up to dress for afternoon practice. She grinned to herself, thinking how she'd fallen so easily into life in Kaeleer. The people here had begun to feel like her family.
"Come in," she called to the knock on her door, expecting Karla with more brew.
Lucivar strode into the room with an angry look in his eyes. Malayian looked up in surprise. He moved toward her angrily and pinned her with his golden eyes.
"If you're even considering trying to come to afternoon practice, you're out of your mind," he said forcefully.
"Actually I was headed out there right now, and I believe I am completely in possession of my senses. Now if you'll excuse me." Malayian tried to push passed him, but Lucivar moved so that she was pinned against the wall. Malayian tried frantically to push her panic down.
"You're not feeling well, that was obvious this morning, and you're at one of your weakest time. Wait for another two days and then you can come back and help out again."
"Lucivar, it may have escaped your notice, but I was an assassin for most of my life, and I a witch doesn't stop needing to eat during the first three days of her moontime. I am quite capable of fighting through pain, which I have none of now thanks to Karla's brew." Malayian tried again to push passed the angry male in front of her.
"That's not the point," Lucivar growled. "You don't live that life anymore, and you should be able to rest during these days."
"And for three days every month? I think not. Now if you'll please excuse me." Smoothly Malayian ducked under his arm and stepped toward the door. Lucivar's hand shot out to grasp her wrist, trying to keep her back. Malayian grabbed the closest object to her, a skillet that had been left over from a spell Jaenelle had been showing her, and threw it across the room, whizzing by Lucivar's ear. Surprised he dropped her hand.
A slow smile spread across his face. Malayian watched him cautiously.
"Alright, you can help me train today. But all you're going to be doing is showing our students how to fight with improvised weapons." Lucivar walked across the room to retrieve the skillet. "Specifically, this."
A/N: I stole that skillet part right out of Queen of the Darkness, but it's such a great story! I'm writing these all really fast, so let me know if I'm making any mistakes along the way, especially with stuff about Kaeleer. Would they be at the Keep or SaDiablo Hall? Keep reviewing.
Disclaimer: I own Malayian and the basic plot to this story, but the rest of the characters and the world belong to Anne Bishop.
Full Moon
Malayian rolled out of bed with a groan, realizing that last night had been the full moon, which meant that her moon's blood had started. She sighed, and decided that she'd go ask Karla for one of her healing brew's after she finished morning training with Lucivar. Malayian growled to herself. The last thing she wanted to do was try and keep up with the bastard today.
The sun was shining brightly when Malayian reached the training field, and her abdomen was starting to twinge. Shoving the pain out of her mind, Malayian began to stretch. She would make it through the morning session, and then she could see Karla, with whom she'd become rather good friends. Karla's prickly nature suited Malayian, and she rather admired the younger girl for her strength.
A snarl alerted Malayian to Lucivar's presence standing over her, but she refused to look up.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked her.
"Stretching before practice," she responded, still not bothering to look up.
"No you're not. You're going back to your room and I'm fixing you a moontime brew."
"No, thank you," Malayian told him, finally standing up and fixing him with her dark gaze. "I'm fine for morning practice, and then Karla with fix me a brew so that I'll be able to assist you for the afternoon."
Lucivar snarled again. "No you're not. I'll not have you falling over in front of the student's. You're obviously in pain."
"Mother Night, you're so male! I've fought through pain before. The practice, will do me good. Now leave me alone!" Malayian turned to walk off, but Lucivar grabbed her arm, and picked her up to carry her inside.
"Let go of me, you bastard!" Malayian screamed, and with one well aimed kick, managed to convince Lucivar to drop her. She glared at the Eyrien male who was now on his knees gasping for breath.
"I seem to fight better through pain than you do."
"Bitch," Lucivar managed to gasp out. Malayian treated him to a cold smile and walked off to practice.
"What in the name of Hell did you do to yourself," Karla clucked sympathetically, as she heated water for the brew. "You look a wreck."
Malayian grimaced, her hand over her stomach. "I tried to prove to Lucivar that I could still fight, even with moontime cramps."
"Hm," Karla muttered. "I could tell you that was really stupid, but I believe you've realized that. Here you are." She handed Malayian a mug of something that smelled dreadful.
Malayian smiled. "I would have done it again just to see the look on his face when I kicked him in the balls," she told her friend.
"You kicked Lucivar!" Karla laughed. "That would be priceless. I'm sorry I missed that." The pulled a chair up and sat on it backwards, legs straddling the back of it. "Poor Lucivar."
Malayian sipped at the brew and sighed as the pain in her abdomen eased. "Why poor Lucivar? He's the one who nearly dragged me back to the Keep over his shoulder."
Karla raised an eyebrow, but said nothing but, "Do you want anymore brew?"
"No thanks, I'm fine for now. I'll lie down before I go to afternoon practice. Thanks for the brew."
"No problem." Karla smiled at her. "Kiss kiss." (a/n: well she had to say it at some point!)
Malayian, but down the book she was reading, and stood up to dress for afternoon practice. She grinned to herself, thinking how she'd fallen so easily into life in Kaeleer. The people here had begun to feel like her family.
"Come in," she called to the knock on her door, expecting Karla with more brew.
Lucivar strode into the room with an angry look in his eyes. Malayian looked up in surprise. He moved toward her angrily and pinned her with his golden eyes.
"If you're even considering trying to come to afternoon practice, you're out of your mind," he said forcefully.
"Actually I was headed out there right now, and I believe I am completely in possession of my senses. Now if you'll excuse me." Malayian tried to push passed him, but Lucivar moved so that she was pinned against the wall. Malayian tried frantically to push her panic down.
"You're not feeling well, that was obvious this morning, and you're at one of your weakest time. Wait for another two days and then you can come back and help out again."
"Lucivar, it may have escaped your notice, but I was an assassin for most of my life, and I a witch doesn't stop needing to eat during the first three days of her moontime. I am quite capable of fighting through pain, which I have none of now thanks to Karla's brew." Malayian tried again to push passed the angry male in front of her.
"That's not the point," Lucivar growled. "You don't live that life anymore, and you should be able to rest during these days."
"And for three days every month? I think not. Now if you'll please excuse me." Smoothly Malayian ducked under his arm and stepped toward the door. Lucivar's hand shot out to grasp her wrist, trying to keep her back. Malayian grabbed the closest object to her, a skillet that had been left over from a spell Jaenelle had been showing her, and threw it across the room, whizzing by Lucivar's ear. Surprised he dropped her hand.
A slow smile spread across his face. Malayian watched him cautiously.
"Alright, you can help me train today. But all you're going to be doing is showing our students how to fight with improvised weapons." Lucivar walked across the room to retrieve the skillet. "Specifically, this."
A/N: I stole that skillet part right out of Queen of the Darkness, but it's such a great story! I'm writing these all really fast, so let me know if I'm making any mistakes along the way, especially with stuff about Kaeleer. Would they be at the Keep or SaDiablo Hall? Keep reviewing.