(( Well, friends, here we are again. It's Chapter 9, and you've all followed me into the fire and endured my babbling. Thank. You. {Oh yeah, Ashes, sorry about forgetting about the 'Efrats'!} Hehe I also had to write my current fave song in. It's called 'Shine' by Collective Soul, and I own it. And yes, Dolly Parton DID re-do it. Oh well, anyways... This chapter was basically me groping for a way to pack everyone off on thier little adventure. If you want a disclaimer, you should know where to go by now. Now, off you trot and enjoy the story!))
"Adrian, how many times do I have to tell you? Get. Packed."
Adrian waved a hand at the her friend, sashaying about the room. "Lay me on the ground, fly me in the sky," she sang, grabbing Sara's hands. "Show me where to look, and tell me what will I find? What will I find?" She twirled, not noticing the long suffering look on Sara's face as she let her hands drop. "Oooooh, Heaven let your light shine down...." She began packing her bag while Cirra perched on her footboard, watching her dance around.
"I don't believe I've ever heard that song before," Cirra said, frowning.
Adrian laughed. "I'd be surprised if you did. It's called 'Shine' by Collective Soul." She paused. "I think Dolly Parton re-did it though," she added.
"Who are they?"
Adrian laughed. "Just singers...Bards, I guess you could say."
Comprehension slowly dawned on Cirra's face, but she got it all the same. "They sound nice," she said wistfully. "I wish I could hear them.."
Adrian's face lit up. "Hold on," she said excitedly."Mandorallen brought me my CD player from the car." She dove into her trunk, finally bringing a battered slim machine out, with an odd sort of headpiece attached to them. She handed it to Cirra.
"Put these over you ears," she instructured, gesturing to the headset. "The press this button. 'Shine' is the first song..At least, I think it is. I know it is, if this is 'Hints, Allegations and Thing Left Unsaid..But of course, if it's the one Callie burnt for me it's the seventh song..."
"Adrian, you're rambling," Sara interrupted. "Besides, Grandfather's calling. I think it may be time for us to get going if we're leaving for Mallorea." The other two stared at her. Sara smiled a mysterious little smile. "You two did know we were going to Mallorea, right?," she asked sweetly. "We aren't going back to Arendia like you thought. First we're stopping in Cthol Murgos, then off to Mallorea we go."
"Wait," Cirra cut in. "Exactly why are we stopping in Cthol Murgos?" She narrowed her eyes at her sister. "I don't like it there."
Sara shrugged. "Apparently the 'friend in Garion's head' told Grandfather in no uncertain terms we were going to Cthol Murgos. Naturally, Grandfather complained quite a bit, but we all know Grandfather. When he explained it, he tried to pass it off as his idea. Mother and I saw right through him though." She chuckled. "You know Grandfather."
All three laughed, and Adrian had a feeling she had never experienced before; what it was like to have friends.
~*~
"Are we all ready now?"
"Yes, O Ancient One."
"Shut up, Silk."
"My my, ten thousand years definetly has soured your disposition, hasn't it, old friend?"
"It's SEVEN."
"Seventeen, you say? Dear me, where does the time go?"
"All right children, that's about enough," Polgara cut in. Belgarath and Silk both nodded sheepishly, sending Cirra and Adrian into another fit of giggles. The party were all on the deck of Grennik's now, each garbed for the approaching summer months. Adrian looked around at thier little company, frowning.
"Where's Mandorallen and Lelldorin?," she asked Belgarath, pointing to two boys only slightly older than herself. They stood off to one side, talking with Geran and Unrak. "And who are they?"
Belgarath glanced down at her. "That's Mandoral and Larrendin. They're our dear Arends' sons. Apparently the Prophecy neglected to tell us it would be thier sons coming with us and not them themselves." He grunted. "Typical."
Adrian didn't pay any attention to him, instead she was focused on her two new best friends. Cirra and Sara were looking at the Arends kind of funnily, and Adrian swore she heard a bell.
She noticed Durnik at her side, and looked up at him, smiling friendily. He smiled back. "I suppose I've lost them, eh?," he asked her, watching the girls as well. Durnik sighed. "Ah well, part of growing up I guess."
Adrian squeezed his hand,suddenly thinking of Durnik as an uncle. "It'll be all right," she reassured him. He smiled, patted her shoulder, and left. Adrian smiled, watching the rest of thier little company board the ship, barely noticing Greldik and Alona bidding thier son goodbye.
((A/N- Well, it's finally begun on it's original purpose! Shocking, eh? I was sure I'd fall of the plot, but maybe there's still some hope for me. Please R/R, as always!))
"Adrian, how many times do I have to tell you? Get. Packed."
Adrian waved a hand at the her friend, sashaying about the room. "Lay me on the ground, fly me in the sky," she sang, grabbing Sara's hands. "Show me where to look, and tell me what will I find? What will I find?" She twirled, not noticing the long suffering look on Sara's face as she let her hands drop. "Oooooh, Heaven let your light shine down...." She began packing her bag while Cirra perched on her footboard, watching her dance around.
"I don't believe I've ever heard that song before," Cirra said, frowning.
Adrian laughed. "I'd be surprised if you did. It's called 'Shine' by Collective Soul." She paused. "I think Dolly Parton re-did it though," she added.
"Who are they?"
Adrian laughed. "Just singers...Bards, I guess you could say."
Comprehension slowly dawned on Cirra's face, but she got it all the same. "They sound nice," she said wistfully. "I wish I could hear them.."
Adrian's face lit up. "Hold on," she said excitedly."Mandorallen brought me my CD player from the car." She dove into her trunk, finally bringing a battered slim machine out, with an odd sort of headpiece attached to them. She handed it to Cirra.
"Put these over you ears," she instructured, gesturing to the headset. "The press this button. 'Shine' is the first song..At least, I think it is. I know it is, if this is 'Hints, Allegations and Thing Left Unsaid..But of course, if it's the one Callie burnt for me it's the seventh song..."
"Adrian, you're rambling," Sara interrupted. "Besides, Grandfather's calling. I think it may be time for us to get going if we're leaving for Mallorea." The other two stared at her. Sara smiled a mysterious little smile. "You two did know we were going to Mallorea, right?," she asked sweetly. "We aren't going back to Arendia like you thought. First we're stopping in Cthol Murgos, then off to Mallorea we go."
"Wait," Cirra cut in. "Exactly why are we stopping in Cthol Murgos?" She narrowed her eyes at her sister. "I don't like it there."
Sara shrugged. "Apparently the 'friend in Garion's head' told Grandfather in no uncertain terms we were going to Cthol Murgos. Naturally, Grandfather complained quite a bit, but we all know Grandfather. When he explained it, he tried to pass it off as his idea. Mother and I saw right through him though." She chuckled. "You know Grandfather."
All three laughed, and Adrian had a feeling she had never experienced before; what it was like to have friends.
~*~
"Are we all ready now?"
"Yes, O Ancient One."
"Shut up, Silk."
"My my, ten thousand years definetly has soured your disposition, hasn't it, old friend?"
"It's SEVEN."
"Seventeen, you say? Dear me, where does the time go?"
"All right children, that's about enough," Polgara cut in. Belgarath and Silk both nodded sheepishly, sending Cirra and Adrian into another fit of giggles. The party were all on the deck of Grennik's now, each garbed for the approaching summer months. Adrian looked around at thier little company, frowning.
"Where's Mandorallen and Lelldorin?," she asked Belgarath, pointing to two boys only slightly older than herself. They stood off to one side, talking with Geran and Unrak. "And who are they?"
Belgarath glanced down at her. "That's Mandoral and Larrendin. They're our dear Arends' sons. Apparently the Prophecy neglected to tell us it would be thier sons coming with us and not them themselves." He grunted. "Typical."
Adrian didn't pay any attention to him, instead she was focused on her two new best friends. Cirra and Sara were looking at the Arends kind of funnily, and Adrian swore she heard a bell.
She noticed Durnik at her side, and looked up at him, smiling friendily. He smiled back. "I suppose I've lost them, eh?," he asked her, watching the girls as well. Durnik sighed. "Ah well, part of growing up I guess."
Adrian squeezed his hand,suddenly thinking of Durnik as an uncle. "It'll be all right," she reassured him. He smiled, patted her shoulder, and left. Adrian smiled, watching the rest of thier little company board the ship, barely noticing Greldik and Alona bidding thier son goodbye.
((A/N- Well, it's finally begun on it's original purpose! Shocking, eh? I was sure I'd fall of the plot, but maybe there's still some hope for me. Please R/R, as always!))
