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A/N: Oohhh, chapter thirteen, I hope it's not unlucky. Sorry it took so very long for me to get this one up but there was a lot of other stuff going on at the same time, not to mention an acute case of writer's block.
Chapter Thirteen: Truth in Darkness
The party had continued North for three days without any incidents. Despite himself Phillet had begun to take a liking to their new companion, Darkness was quick with a joke or song to liven the young hare's whenever Sheede's blistering pace had begun to take it's toll. The Silvercat had however distanced herself from Darkness and therefore Phillet; she silently led them several meters ahead. Phillet was suddenly determined that Sheede should at least make an attempt to become friendly with Darkness and he trotted up beside her. "I say Marm, ye've not been your normal cheeryself wot wot!" he began with a smile, Sheede gave him an appraising glance.
"I'm sorry Phillet, it's not you, you know. I just can not allow myself to trust that cat until I am sure he is our ally," she finally told him.
The hare nodded sagely, "That's true Marm, but could ya at least try to be civil?" he asked.
She sighed heavily and nodded, "Aye, I'll try; but only for you!"
That night the party had camped within a natural circle of trees and though Sheede sat across from Darkness she was jovial and even gave a few stories from her sea-faring days. The group went to sleep with a more relaxed feeling then they had shared before.
A soft rustle woke Sheede and she watched a figure sneak away from the campsite; getting up softly she followed. Moonlight hit the figure and cast a shadow back at Sheede, she frowned, it was Darkness. The cat stepped into another opening in the trees where the moonlight was full and bright; he sat down on a flat stone near the center and cast his face upward with a heavy sigh. Sheede stepped out and spoke softly, "Darkness?"
He turned in surprise and sighed heavily when he recognized her, "Please, call me Dar, Milady," he told her with a surprising amount of sadness.
"Very well. What are you doing out here?" she asked stepping further out into the moonlight.
"Just thinking Milady," he replied softly.
"If I'm to call you Dar then you are to call me Sheede," she instructed him. He nodded and then bit his lip as though there was something he was debating wether or not to say; but Sheede didn't press, that was not how to build trust.
"It's late Sheede, we should return to camp, tomorrow we should reach the mountains,'" was all he finally said. Sheede simply nodded and followed back to the camp.
Phillet awoke to see the two cats making breakfast in a companionable silence. He sat and up and said, "Good to see you two getting along! Wot wot!" The two cats both gave him small smiles and returned to what they were doing.
After breakfast Dar suddenly lifted his head to the oncoming breeze and inhaled deeply, "Do you smell that Sheede?" he asked looking back.
Sheede inhaled and nodded slowly, "Aye, there's rain coming; we should travel hard and then seek shelter." Phillet looked back and forth between them as they simply packed up the supplies and prepared to leave; part of him was slightly miffed that neither Darkness or Sheede and asked him about this course of action, of course the rest of him knew that they were simply right and that they needed to travel quickly.
"'Oy, Phillet! Come on mate! Stir your stumps!" Darkness called jovially when he and Sheede had started down the path and dearly forgotten him in his uncharacteristic silence.
And then they were off.
A/N: I know it's short! I know it took me forever to get it up! I'm sorry! Just review and I'll go faster, that's how I know that there's enough interest still in the tale for me to put my effort into it.
A/N: Oohhh, chapter thirteen, I hope it's not unlucky. Sorry it took so very long for me to get this one up but there was a lot of other stuff going on at the same time, not to mention an acute case of writer's block.
Chapter Thirteen: Truth in Darkness
The party had continued North for three days without any incidents. Despite himself Phillet had begun to take a liking to their new companion, Darkness was quick with a joke or song to liven the young hare's whenever Sheede's blistering pace had begun to take it's toll. The Silvercat had however distanced herself from Darkness and therefore Phillet; she silently led them several meters ahead. Phillet was suddenly determined that Sheede should at least make an attempt to become friendly with Darkness and he trotted up beside her. "I say Marm, ye've not been your normal cheeryself wot wot!" he began with a smile, Sheede gave him an appraising glance.
"I'm sorry Phillet, it's not you, you know. I just can not allow myself to trust that cat until I am sure he is our ally," she finally told him.
The hare nodded sagely, "That's true Marm, but could ya at least try to be civil?" he asked.
She sighed heavily and nodded, "Aye, I'll try; but only for you!"
That night the party had camped within a natural circle of trees and though Sheede sat across from Darkness she was jovial and even gave a few stories from her sea-faring days. The group went to sleep with a more relaxed feeling then they had shared before.
A soft rustle woke Sheede and she watched a figure sneak away from the campsite; getting up softly she followed. Moonlight hit the figure and cast a shadow back at Sheede, she frowned, it was Darkness. The cat stepped into another opening in the trees where the moonlight was full and bright; he sat down on a flat stone near the center and cast his face upward with a heavy sigh. Sheede stepped out and spoke softly, "Darkness?"
He turned in surprise and sighed heavily when he recognized her, "Please, call me Dar, Milady," he told her with a surprising amount of sadness.
"Very well. What are you doing out here?" she asked stepping further out into the moonlight.
"Just thinking Milady," he replied softly.
"If I'm to call you Dar then you are to call me Sheede," she instructed him. He nodded and then bit his lip as though there was something he was debating wether or not to say; but Sheede didn't press, that was not how to build trust.
"It's late Sheede, we should return to camp, tomorrow we should reach the mountains,'" was all he finally said. Sheede simply nodded and followed back to the camp.
Phillet awoke to see the two cats making breakfast in a companionable silence. He sat and up and said, "Good to see you two getting along! Wot wot!" The two cats both gave him small smiles and returned to what they were doing.
After breakfast Dar suddenly lifted his head to the oncoming breeze and inhaled deeply, "Do you smell that Sheede?" he asked looking back.
Sheede inhaled and nodded slowly, "Aye, there's rain coming; we should travel hard and then seek shelter." Phillet looked back and forth between them as they simply packed up the supplies and prepared to leave; part of him was slightly miffed that neither Darkness or Sheede and asked him about this course of action, of course the rest of him knew that they were simply right and that they needed to travel quickly.
"'Oy, Phillet! Come on mate! Stir your stumps!" Darkness called jovially when he and Sheede had started down the path and dearly forgotten him in his uncharacteristic silence.
And then they were off.
A/N: I know it's short! I know it took me forever to get it up! I'm sorry! Just review and I'll go faster, that's how I know that there's enough interest still in the tale for me to put my effort into it.