A/N: Sorry it's short, I'll post up more soon.
Keita: Thanks! I hope it will keep the plot all the way through.
White-Wolf: Thanks!
Flare: I'm back and I'll keep at it now.
Lady Knight: He'll be there soon, don't worry. *Evil grin*
Kel began a complex pattern dance, her glaive making the air around her hum. She was under strain from the jobs given to her after the arrival of the stormwings. Her face had become drawn; deep smudges were visible underneath her eyes. The stormwing attacks just didn't add up. What drove them to flock around the palace like a hawk circling prey? Why did they just appear?
Neal was dodging the blows of a third year page. Kel saw and smiled. He always played the cruel noble but, as she had found out, he had many soft spots. Many! He spotted her and smiled, excusing himself to the page. Following her to the mess hall he smiled.
"So, do you think about those stormwings?" He asked.
"I haven't had time to think," Kel replied "I've been on dratted scouting missions all the time."
"Never mind. I'm sure SOMETHING will take your mind off it soon."
"SOMETHING? I don't trust somethings. Spill."
"No way."
"Tell."
"No. You'll see." They had reached the mess hall by this point and had been bombarded by questions from Owen about the stormwings. Kel smiled in her head, Owen was irrepressible.
Keita: Thanks! I hope it will keep the plot all the way through.
White-Wolf: Thanks!
Flare: I'm back and I'll keep at it now.
Lady Knight: He'll be there soon, don't worry. *Evil grin*
Kel began a complex pattern dance, her glaive making the air around her hum. She was under strain from the jobs given to her after the arrival of the stormwings. Her face had become drawn; deep smudges were visible underneath her eyes. The stormwing attacks just didn't add up. What drove them to flock around the palace like a hawk circling prey? Why did they just appear?
Neal was dodging the blows of a third year page. Kel saw and smiled. He always played the cruel noble but, as she had found out, he had many soft spots. Many! He spotted her and smiled, excusing himself to the page. Following her to the mess hall he smiled.
"So, do you think about those stormwings?" He asked.
"I haven't had time to think," Kel replied "I've been on dratted scouting missions all the time."
"Never mind. I'm sure SOMETHING will take your mind off it soon."
"SOMETHING? I don't trust somethings. Spill."
"No way."
"Tell."
"No. You'll see." They had reached the mess hall by this point and had been bombarded by questions from Owen about the stormwings. Kel smiled in her head, Owen was irrepressible.