Was It Just My Imagination . .?
Shiara's head felt as if it were flying with dragons over endless mountain sides and planes. Suddenly she realized she wasn't on Kazul back, but lying down . . somewhere inside . . somplace. Then her senses fuzzily made out that something damp was being slid across her forhead over, and over, and over, and over, and over again. Finally, when she was awake enough to be irritated, her hand shot up and stopped whatever it was from moving across her head. Shiara didn't feel like opening her eyes just yet, so she felt, for a moment, the thing on her forehead. Her conclusion was that it was a washcloth. Then she found the washcloth was attached to a hand, which was attached to an arm which was attached . . to . . . Shiara's eyes shot open and she found Daystar's worried face hovering over her.
"Shiara . ." he whispered. "Shiara, are you okay?"
" . . Daystar?" was the firewitch's clever response.
"I'm here," he said gently. Then Shiara made an effort to sit up. She found herself on her bed.
"How did I get here?" She asked him. Daystar looked at the ground and with a red face, murmured: "I carried you."
Now it was Shiara's turn to blush.
"It was probably just my imagination, I thought you said you loved me back in the library. Isn't that funny?"
"Oh . . sure," said Daystar trying to concentrate on the quilt on Shiara's bed. "That's a riot."
Then suddenly Shiara reached forward and grabbed Daystar's arm.
"Wait a minute, Daystar . . was that . . real?"
Daystar silently nodded. Shiara looked at him for a moment, then shouted, "you stupid prince! Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to say that?!"
The prince looked up with a mixture of surprise, love, and joy, on written on his face.
"Shiara!" He simply cried taking her into an embrace with a lovely kiss.
And as all my tales shall end:
They lived happily ever after
THE END
Shiara's head felt as if it were flying with dragons over endless mountain sides and planes. Suddenly she realized she wasn't on Kazul back, but lying down . . somewhere inside . . somplace. Then her senses fuzzily made out that something damp was being slid across her forhead over, and over, and over, and over, and over again. Finally, when she was awake enough to be irritated, her hand shot up and stopped whatever it was from moving across her head. Shiara didn't feel like opening her eyes just yet, so she felt, for a moment, the thing on her forehead. Her conclusion was that it was a washcloth. Then she found the washcloth was attached to a hand, which was attached to an arm which was attached . . to . . . Shiara's eyes shot open and she found Daystar's worried face hovering over her.
"Shiara . ." he whispered. "Shiara, are you okay?"
" . . Daystar?" was the firewitch's clever response.
"I'm here," he said gently. Then Shiara made an effort to sit up. She found herself on her bed.
"How did I get here?" She asked him. Daystar looked at the ground and with a red face, murmured: "I carried you."
Now it was Shiara's turn to blush.
"It was probably just my imagination, I thought you said you loved me back in the library. Isn't that funny?"
"Oh . . sure," said Daystar trying to concentrate on the quilt on Shiara's bed. "That's a riot."
Then suddenly Shiara reached forward and grabbed Daystar's arm.
"Wait a minute, Daystar . . was that . . real?"
Daystar silently nodded. Shiara looked at him for a moment, then shouted, "you stupid prince! Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to say that?!"
The prince looked up with a mixture of surprise, love, and joy, on written on his face.
"Shiara!" He simply cried taking her into an embrace with a lovely kiss.
And as all my tales shall end:
They lived happily ever after
THE END