((A/N- AAAAARGH!!!! It cut off the rest of the chapter!! GRRR...Oh well, here it is..))
"Poor choice of words. But you're not dancing. Some man will want you and try to kill you when you refuse."
"Geran, this is Gar og Nadrak. No one's going to attack a woman."
"Please. I'll go insane with worry."
"You are insane, if you think I'm listening." Adrian stood, her arms crossed across her leather, eyes hard and cold as agates. "I've got a reputation to uphold, you know. Aiden Namir never listened, so why should Adrian be any different? I;m not listening, Geran."
He sighed in exasperation. "Will you stop being so stubborn?"
"Will you stop being so overprotective?"
"I hardly think so."
"Well, in that case, I think being stubborn runs in my family." Adrian got up, walking into the Nadral tavern. She took her seat between Belgarath and Beldin, surveying the room through narrowed eyes. She leaned over to Beldin, thinking he'd be able to answer her questions. "Beldin?"
"Hr? What?"
"I've got some questions about all this. Would you be willing to listen?"
"As long as your mouth isn't as big as your hips."
"Trust me, nothing can be bigger than my hips. But anyways, I mean, how did I get here? In my world, this world is all a fantasy world, unreal and intangible. But yet here it is. Can you tell me anything?"
Beldine leaned back and scratched at his beard thoughtfully. "You know, that's a fair question, Adrian. It's something that's even boggled me since I first heard of all this. But I've got a theory on it.
"You see, there are many worlds in the universe beside this one. Millions, infinite worlds exist. And though there isn't anything obvious between them, there are ties. Imagination are those ties. My theory is, that these people, like this David Eddings, and those other authors you;ve been talking about-- James Clemens, Anne Bishop, Margaret Haydon, JRR Tolkein, Morgan Llewellyn, Anne McAffery, Philip Pullman-- are really our link between worlds. Thier fantasy books are actually true stories of another world, linking them together. Adrian, I once read a book about something called the Mafia, on some odd place called Earth. I never believed it, but here you are."
"So," Adrian said slowly, "you're saying these authors' stories aren't really thier own? They just know about things that happened somewhere else and wrote them down, thinking they were thier own creations?"
"Exactly. And the way you got to that Earth place and back here was a rift in the borders between the two." Beldin nodded enthusiastically. "And the same thing happened with your mother."
"She's not my mother..." Adrian fought back tears. She shook her head, a sad smile. "I have not been able to see my true mother yet, but once I get to Mallorea, it's first on my list." She slammed a fist down on the table. "I can't believe they sent her back to Mallorea, all because she was sick!"
Adrian was about to continue, but a dark haired woman walked up to her. Adrian stared. "H-Hello Vella."
Vella smiled. "Hello, Adrian. I've been hearing a lot about you." She pressed something into Adrian's hand. "Read it in your room," she whispered. "I've been carrying it for about a week now. Your mother seems to still have some vestiges of Seeing."
Adrian looked up at Vella, and impulsively threw her arms around her. Then she retreated to her room, stopping in the doorway. "Sara...Mandoral. Sorry."'
The two broke the kiss abruptly, Polsara's cheeks flaming and Mandoral straightening his tunic again and again. "It was just a kiss," the honey-haired girl muttered. "It wasnt like it was anything improper."
Adrian laughed. "Oh, get out of here, you two." She smiled as the couple was more than happy to do as she said, hurrying out past her. Adrian sighed, plopping on her bed, the last in a row of four. Eagerly, she opened the folded parchment in her hand, wondering briefly why it was folded and not in a scroll.
'Adrian, my blossom, I do fear this has to be brief. I love thee more than anything, and so I have to give thee this warning. Thine foster mother is here with me. I pray thee to stay away from Mal Zeth, being as corruption can be smelled on her like a cesspool on a hot day. Do not come to Mal Zeth.'
The paper tumbled from her hand.
((A/N- Well, I did cheer up for a moment. That was the little kiss scene with Sara. I do love making her squirm....Oh well, R/R! Momma's threatening to ground me, but I'llt ry and be on for you guys! Your reviews are what keeps this thing running, because I lose faith in myself easily and then I stuff things in the closet and think I'm stupid to carry them on...So thank you guys SO MUCH!
Duchess-chan))
"Poor choice of words. But you're not dancing. Some man will want you and try to kill you when you refuse."
"Geran, this is Gar og Nadrak. No one's going to attack a woman."
"Please. I'll go insane with worry."
"You are insane, if you think I'm listening." Adrian stood, her arms crossed across her leather, eyes hard and cold as agates. "I've got a reputation to uphold, you know. Aiden Namir never listened, so why should Adrian be any different? I;m not listening, Geran."
He sighed in exasperation. "Will you stop being so stubborn?"
"Will you stop being so overprotective?"
"I hardly think so."
"Well, in that case, I think being stubborn runs in my family." Adrian got up, walking into the Nadral tavern. She took her seat between Belgarath and Beldin, surveying the room through narrowed eyes. She leaned over to Beldin, thinking he'd be able to answer her questions. "Beldin?"
"Hr? What?"
"I've got some questions about all this. Would you be willing to listen?"
"As long as your mouth isn't as big as your hips."
"Trust me, nothing can be bigger than my hips. But anyways, I mean, how did I get here? In my world, this world is all a fantasy world, unreal and intangible. But yet here it is. Can you tell me anything?"
Beldine leaned back and scratched at his beard thoughtfully. "You know, that's a fair question, Adrian. It's something that's even boggled me since I first heard of all this. But I've got a theory on it.
"You see, there are many worlds in the universe beside this one. Millions, infinite worlds exist. And though there isn't anything obvious between them, there are ties. Imagination are those ties. My theory is, that these people, like this David Eddings, and those other authors you;ve been talking about-- James Clemens, Anne Bishop, Margaret Haydon, JRR Tolkein, Morgan Llewellyn, Anne McAffery, Philip Pullman-- are really our link between worlds. Thier fantasy books are actually true stories of another world, linking them together. Adrian, I once read a book about something called the Mafia, on some odd place called Earth. I never believed it, but here you are."
"So," Adrian said slowly, "you're saying these authors' stories aren't really thier own? They just know about things that happened somewhere else and wrote them down, thinking they were thier own creations?"
"Exactly. And the way you got to that Earth place and back here was a rift in the borders between the two." Beldin nodded enthusiastically. "And the same thing happened with your mother."
"She's not my mother..." Adrian fought back tears. She shook her head, a sad smile. "I have not been able to see my true mother yet, but once I get to Mallorea, it's first on my list." She slammed a fist down on the table. "I can't believe they sent her back to Mallorea, all because she was sick!"
Adrian was about to continue, but a dark haired woman walked up to her. Adrian stared. "H-Hello Vella."
Vella smiled. "Hello, Adrian. I've been hearing a lot about you." She pressed something into Adrian's hand. "Read it in your room," she whispered. "I've been carrying it for about a week now. Your mother seems to still have some vestiges of Seeing."
Adrian looked up at Vella, and impulsively threw her arms around her. Then she retreated to her room, stopping in the doorway. "Sara...Mandoral. Sorry."'
The two broke the kiss abruptly, Polsara's cheeks flaming and Mandoral straightening his tunic again and again. "It was just a kiss," the honey-haired girl muttered. "It wasnt like it was anything improper."
Adrian laughed. "Oh, get out of here, you two." She smiled as the couple was more than happy to do as she said, hurrying out past her. Adrian sighed, plopping on her bed, the last in a row of four. Eagerly, she opened the folded parchment in her hand, wondering briefly why it was folded and not in a scroll.
'Adrian, my blossom, I do fear this has to be brief. I love thee more than anything, and so I have to give thee this warning. Thine foster mother is here with me. I pray thee to stay away from Mal Zeth, being as corruption can be smelled on her like a cesspool on a hot day. Do not come to Mal Zeth.'
The paper tumbled from her hand.
((A/N- Well, I did cheer up for a moment. That was the little kiss scene with Sara. I do love making her squirm....Oh well, R/R! Momma's threatening to ground me, but I'llt ry and be on for you guys! Your reviews are what keeps this thing running, because I lose faith in myself easily and then I stuff things in the closet and think I'm stupid to carry them on...So thank you guys SO MUCH!
Duchess-chan))
