((Here we go, one more time…
I am hyped on sugar! Hehehee! Suggggaaarrrr! Beware! General insaneness to follow. Thanks to Blue Canary and their song "Working Undercover for the Man. Also, at the request of having longer chapters….I tried. Honest I did. But—this one just needed to end at the cliffie like it did. Don't kill me. I think it just fit so perfectly. Thank you all for the reviews, they mean so much to me!))
***Disclaimer—All Heralds belong to the wonderful and talented Mercedes Lackey. Also belong to this honorable woman are Companions, the idea of being Chosen, etc. Middlesboro belongs to…well…not to me!
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***Elspeth***
She had spent enough time with the Tayledras to know this greeting, and to know that whoever had said it has spent time with them to.
:Bright the day: She replied, rather uncertainly. It was a questioning touch next. :Who?: she asked.
The man of who she had only seen the back of his head suddenly turned around. Her breath caught in her throat. He was gorgeous, perfect in everyway, from the silver in his hair to his finely sculptured features, and then to his startling, gorgeous silver eyes. The whites, coupled with his white Companion was a site Elspeth was both pained and glad to see. This could only be one person. Herald-Mage Vanyel. :Herald-Mage Vanyel, my liege.: He mindspoke with a bow.
Even though he wasn't at Haven, (or even in Valdemar!) the web that connected all the Heralds for him was still there. It spread across time now, rather than just those he had known when he was alive. So, of course, he knew without a doubt that this was Elspeth, of the same line of descent as Randale. She was also mage-gifted.
Savil eyed the interaction, and, at a loss for anything else to do, bowed also. II think that I'm losing my touch. Even/I Vanyel I knows who this new Herald is. Humph./I
Van could tell by her expression that she was put out. He laughed, much to Elspeth's dismay, who looked stricken at the thought of her having made IHerald-Mage Vanyel/I laugh at her. And she didn't even do anything!
Gwena calmed her fears. :He's not laughing at you, sweetling.: The Companion told her. Her eyes sparkling.
Vanyel interrupted anymore thoughts that Elspeth might have to condemn herself. "Elspeth, meet Savil. Savil is my aunt, and one of my dearest friends."
"Pleased to meet you," Elspeth found herself saying. "But do you mind telling me what in the world is going on here? I don't much like being taken out of my life and plopped here against my will. I decide my own destiny, thank you very much."
Much to her further dismay, Vanyel laughed again. "We haven't a clue, actually."
Elspeth resisted the urge to scratch her head in confusion. "Wonderful. Fate is working again. I hate Fate."
This time the old lady—Savil, she remembered laughed this time. "Get used to it, Honey. Even Queens have Fate working against them all the time."
Elspeth glared. "I don't work for Fate." The only response was laughter.
Vanyel jumped back into the conversation. "I really think we should try and figure out where we are and what we're doing here. As of now, we know we're in Middlesboro. That's not enough to do anything with."
The pop made them all turn to face behind them, though at this point only Elspeth was surprised. "What? Huh?" she asked, thoroughly confused.
A tall, red haired man stood behind them. The other people on the street's first thought was Viking. He was tall, strong, and very muscular. He was also glowing. Glowing very brightly. The Companion next to him was glowing even more.
"I know what you're doing here." His voice was gruff, and he spoke an ancient form of Valdemarian. It sounded odd, and it took the Heralds that were already there a moment to understand it. It took thought, much thought on their part.
However, once his words penetrated Elspeth's mind, her haughty-ness took over. "And just who are you?" She asked. These were her people, and no one manipulated them and sent them to odd places without I her/I permission.
The tall man looked down his long nose at her. "I am Valdemar, the first King of that esteemed country. And just who might you be?"
Elspeth made a little choking noise. "Well, Sir, you see…I meant no offense. Honest, I didn't. I'm one of your desendants, Elspeth, Queen of Valdemar. Please don't strike me down, most Honored Ancestor."
Valdemar smiled at her. "I wouldn't dream of it, Child. Now, where were we?" He thought for a moment, and then a nudge came from his Companion. "Oh, yes. I know why you're here."
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((No killing me, please!!!!!!! Review, review, review! If you all like this chapter, well, ::evil grin:: Let's see what "Valdie"'s really like, shall we?))
I am hyped on sugar! Hehehee! Suggggaaarrrr! Beware! General insaneness to follow. Thanks to Blue Canary and their song "Working Undercover for the Man. Also, at the request of having longer chapters….I tried. Honest I did. But—this one just needed to end at the cliffie like it did. Don't kill me. I think it just fit so perfectly. Thank you all for the reviews, they mean so much to me!))
***Disclaimer—All Heralds belong to the wonderful and talented Mercedes Lackey. Also belong to this honorable woman are Companions, the idea of being Chosen, etc. Middlesboro belongs to…well…not to me!
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***Elspeth***
She had spent enough time with the Tayledras to know this greeting, and to know that whoever had said it has spent time with them to.
:Bright the day: She replied, rather uncertainly. It was a questioning touch next. :Who?: she asked.
The man of who she had only seen the back of his head suddenly turned around. Her breath caught in her throat. He was gorgeous, perfect in everyway, from the silver in his hair to his finely sculptured features, and then to his startling, gorgeous silver eyes. The whites, coupled with his white Companion was a site Elspeth was both pained and glad to see. This could only be one person. Herald-Mage Vanyel. :Herald-Mage Vanyel, my liege.: He mindspoke with a bow.
Even though he wasn't at Haven, (or even in Valdemar!) the web that connected all the Heralds for him was still there. It spread across time now, rather than just those he had known when he was alive. So, of course, he knew without a doubt that this was Elspeth, of the same line of descent as Randale. She was also mage-gifted.
Savil eyed the interaction, and, at a loss for anything else to do, bowed also. II think that I'm losing my touch. Even/I Vanyel I knows who this new Herald is. Humph./I
Van could tell by her expression that she was put out. He laughed, much to Elspeth's dismay, who looked stricken at the thought of her having made IHerald-Mage Vanyel/I laugh at her. And she didn't even do anything!
Gwena calmed her fears. :He's not laughing at you, sweetling.: The Companion told her. Her eyes sparkling.
Vanyel interrupted anymore thoughts that Elspeth might have to condemn herself. "Elspeth, meet Savil. Savil is my aunt, and one of my dearest friends."
"Pleased to meet you," Elspeth found herself saying. "But do you mind telling me what in the world is going on here? I don't much like being taken out of my life and plopped here against my will. I decide my own destiny, thank you very much."
Much to her further dismay, Vanyel laughed again. "We haven't a clue, actually."
Elspeth resisted the urge to scratch her head in confusion. "Wonderful. Fate is working again. I hate Fate."
This time the old lady—Savil, she remembered laughed this time. "Get used to it, Honey. Even Queens have Fate working against them all the time."
Elspeth glared. "I don't work for Fate." The only response was laughter.
Vanyel jumped back into the conversation. "I really think we should try and figure out where we are and what we're doing here. As of now, we know we're in Middlesboro. That's not enough to do anything with."
The pop made them all turn to face behind them, though at this point only Elspeth was surprised. "What? Huh?" she asked, thoroughly confused.
A tall, red haired man stood behind them. The other people on the street's first thought was Viking. He was tall, strong, and very muscular. He was also glowing. Glowing very brightly. The Companion next to him was glowing even more.
"I know what you're doing here." His voice was gruff, and he spoke an ancient form of Valdemarian. It sounded odd, and it took the Heralds that were already there a moment to understand it. It took thought, much thought on their part.
However, once his words penetrated Elspeth's mind, her haughty-ness took over. "And just who are you?" She asked. These were her people, and no one manipulated them and sent them to odd places without I her/I permission.
The tall man looked down his long nose at her. "I am Valdemar, the first King of that esteemed country. And just who might you be?"
Elspeth made a little choking noise. "Well, Sir, you see…I meant no offense. Honest, I didn't. I'm one of your desendants, Elspeth, Queen of Valdemar. Please don't strike me down, most Honored Ancestor."
Valdemar smiled at her. "I wouldn't dream of it, Child. Now, where were we?" He thought for a moment, and then a nudge came from his Companion. "Oh, yes. I know why you're here."
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((No killing me, please!!!!!!! Review, review, review! If you all like this chapter, well, ::evil grin:: Let's see what "Valdie"'s really like, shall we?))