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Well look at that. I got bored again. I'm Blackflame. Also known as Wren or
Asagao. But here, I shall be known as Blackflame. I thank my good friend,
Watershadow for the use name that she helped me come up with, and permission to
let me write my own version of her "A Tribute," Misty style. For those of you
who do not know who Misty is, I pity you. Misty is Mercedes Lackey, and if you
didn't know that that was her nick name, you can't truly call yourself a true
Misty fan...well, you can, but let me live in my own little world...eh? *sigh*
Anyways. For those of you who have been to Firebird Arts (firebirdarts.com)
there is a section that's called, Ask Misty. In this part, you can ask the
Mistress of Vegarth herself the questions that have been burning a hole in your
brain for some reason or other. One question that always comes up is "Where did
so-and-so go?" "What happened to so-and-so?" "What's up with so-and-so?" And
Misty's reply always tends to be, "Bermuda." "Van and Stef went to Bermuda."
"Tarma and Keth are in Bermuda." "Yes, Warrl went to Bermuda too." So, this is
my tale of Bermuda, sticking all the characters of Velgarth together. One
thing...
I DO NO OWN ANYTHING BELONGING TO MISTY, IDEAS, BOOKS, AND ANYTHING ELSE THAT IS
HERS AND NOT MINE! THEY ARE ALL MISTY'S. I KNOW THAT MISTY ISN'T READING THIS
BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE STUPID ON HER PART, BUT NONETHELESS, I DISCLAIM
THIS!!!!!!!!!
All puns are intended. Well, now that that is over, shall we get on with the
story?
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The waters around the small island were clear and blue. Fish of every shape,
size, and color flitted from point to point in the water's distortion. A young,
shaggy wolf, the size of a small horse, sat on the beach, looking over the fish
with a hungry, greedy eye.
"You're dead, Furface. There is not point in eating the fish."
The _kyree_ looked over at a young woman dressed in a black swim-suit and black
beach-skirt lounging in a lawn chair. Her raven hair wore many braids and fell
gracefully around her hawk-like features, and her golden skin was void of any of
the scars in boasted in life.
:That, Mindmate, is hardly the point. I haven't hunted since we got here.: Warrl
sniffed. :My senses are going to rust with disuse!:
Tarma snorted her amusement. "As if a _kyree's_ senses could rust! And what's
the worry here? Just relax."
The young Shin'a'in caught sight of amber on the island breeze, and smiled at
her sister. "Where have you been, green eyes?"
The young mage folded herself gracefully in the sand and adjusted herself
carefully. Her hair was a little more rustled then the warm island breeze
warranted, and Tarmachuckled knowingly. Kethry sighed, contented. "With Jadrek,"
she said simply. "We were talking."
Tarma laughed outright. "And then some, I imagine."
The green eyed mage laid back and stretched her long, lithe body out, her nude
shaded floral bikini stretching with her. Kethry smiled and closed her eyes,
satisfied. "Mmhum. More then talking, I would say. But, I don't really know. I
was will him for quite a while."
A mental chuckled hovering between the three of them. :Who was it that wore out
first this time?: Warrl padded over, careful not to throw sand. Tarma absently
scratched the lupine head and laughed.
"Me," the mage replied, turning to look up at her dark sister and the _kyree_.
"Jad's younger than he used to be." A sly smile played across Kethry's lips.
"And I am an excellent teacher, if I do say so myself."
A volleyball suddenly found it's way between the two women and sand went
everywhere. They both laughed and brushed themselves off as a young man ran
toward them. His long blue-black hair was streaked silver and fell beautifully
around his bare shoulders. White swim shorts hung around his narrow hips. In
short, he was a beautiful man.
His silver-blue eyes danced with merriment as he came up to them. "Forgive us,
ladies. The Bard of my heart had terrible aim."
"Only with sports equipment." Another young man ran up to them and put his arms
around the silver eyed young man's shoulders. He wore the same swim shorts as
the other young man, only red and white, rather than just white. His hair was
auburn, but sun-streaked in shades of blond, and his eyes where brown, but in
sunlight, they were hazel with more green the brown. "Last night, however, I do
believe that I proved my aim was as good as yours, if not better!"
Tarma and Kethry laughed as Vanyel mimed a blow at the Herald-turned-Bard.
Stefen laughed as he ducked and caught the Herald-mage around the waist laughing
wickedly. "You've just had more practice that all." Vanyel laughed as he took
the volleyball from Warrl who held it in his mouth.
"Thank you, wolf-brother."
:You're welcome, Herald.:
"VANYEL!"
A young woman with long black hair and sapphire eyes waved at Vanyel to hurry.
Her swim-suit was an exact copy of Tarma's but in pure, incandescent white. She
ran over.
"'Fandes, we found the ball." Stefen told her.
Yfandes smiled. "I see that." She giggled. "And I know about that aim of yours!"
"'Fandes!" Vanyel colored beautifully.
"What?" Yfandes danced out of the way of Vanyel's pounce, laughing maliciously.
"It's not my fault that you forgot to block me out last night!"
Stefen laughed and grabbed Vanyel around the waist again, to hinder his
murdering of the young woman.
"C'mon, Van-ashke. Let's go finish our game. You can kill Yfandes in points."
Stefen glanced at the former mercenaries. "Care to join us?"
Tarma looked over at Kethry. Her ice blue eyes met with green eyes that were
bright with amusement. "Well, since you offered, who else is playing?" Kethry
asked.
Vanyel looked over at Stefen who looked skyward for the answer. "Um, I think we
have Lashan, Flarren, Dawnfire, and Tre'valen." Stefen let go of Van, who
preceded to chase Yfandes again, and he crossed his arms as he bit the tip of
his thumb. "Yeah, that's about it. We Need at least another two players."
Yfandes shrieked as Vanyel caught her and pinned her down in another lawn chair.
"Careful, Chosen. Stef might get jealous."
Vanyel laughed. "Wrong, gender, lovely lady!" Vanyel sat on her lap as he looked
non-nonchalantly back at the rest of the group. Yfandes laughed and tried to
move him, but he wouldn't budge.
Stefen tackled both of them and sent the chair flying backward, much to the
amusement of the other Three on lookers. Yfandes escaped quickly and ran for the
volleyball net. Kethry laughed and grabbed the ball on her way out. Tarma's
flying braids were a split second behind, her giggling sounding in her wake and
Warrl matching her pace.
"Well, Van. It certainly took us long enough to get here."
"That it did, ashke." Vanyel sighed and trudge slowly next to his
_shay'kreth'ashke._
Stefen stopped, as did Vanyel next to him, blue-black tresses mingled with
sun-streaked auburn as the light breeze became stronger and the day turned into
evening, the sun was half a sphere over the water.
:Van, ashke, what is it?:
Vanyel laughed and wrapped his own arms around the Bard's waist, Stefen's hands
rested on the mage's elbows. :It's just _perfect_ here, Stef. That's all.:
Vanyel shook his head and pulled Stefen closer. :You know how much perfect is a
bore. No wander everyone wants to be reborn as soon as they can.:
"Do you want to be reborn, Van?"
Vanyel's silver-blue eyes smiled into Stefen's hazel, and he kissed the Bard
lovingly. :Only if you come with me.:
:Oh! So you can't live without _him_, but you can live without _me?!_
Vanyel broke the kiss hastily or risk laughing hysterically into his lover's
mouth. Stefen was in no better shape. They both fell in a heap on the sun-warmed
sand as the sun slipped below the watery horizon.
:Of course I can't live without you, horse! But I don't want to be a Herald
again.:
:And neither do I. But I don't want to be a commoner either. How else am I going
to find Van?:
Yfandes sent a mental chuckle to the both of them. :We'll figure something out.
Now hurry up! You're holding up the game!: She mentally jabbed at them slyly.
:You can fondle one another later!:
Vanyel and Stefen both laughed again, but weren't embarrassed. Yfandes was kind
enough to make the truth a joke as she murmured huskily at them. :Bermuda,
Bahamas, c'mon pretty mamma...:
Well look at that. I got bored again. I'm Blackflame. Also known as Wren or
Asagao. But here, I shall be known as Blackflame. I thank my good friend,
Watershadow for the use name that she helped me come up with, and permission to
let me write my own version of her "A Tribute," Misty style. For those of you
who do not know who Misty is, I pity you. Misty is Mercedes Lackey, and if you
didn't know that that was her nick name, you can't truly call yourself a true
Misty fan...well, you can, but let me live in my own little world...eh? *sigh*
Anyways. For those of you who have been to Firebird Arts (firebirdarts.com)
there is a section that's called, Ask Misty. In this part, you can ask the
Mistress of Vegarth herself the questions that have been burning a hole in your
brain for some reason or other. One question that always comes up is "Where did
so-and-so go?" "What happened to so-and-so?" "What's up with so-and-so?" And
Misty's reply always tends to be, "Bermuda." "Van and Stef went to Bermuda."
"Tarma and Keth are in Bermuda." "Yes, Warrl went to Bermuda too." So, this is
my tale of Bermuda, sticking all the characters of Velgarth together. One
thing...
I DO NO OWN ANYTHING BELONGING TO MISTY, IDEAS, BOOKS, AND ANYTHING ELSE THAT IS
HERS AND NOT MINE! THEY ARE ALL MISTY'S. I KNOW THAT MISTY ISN'T READING THIS
BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE STUPID ON HER PART, BUT NONETHELESS, I DISCLAIM
THIS!!!!!!!!!
All puns are intended. Well, now that that is over, shall we get on with the
story?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The waters around the small island were clear and blue. Fish of every shape,
size, and color flitted from point to point in the water's distortion. A young,
shaggy wolf, the size of a small horse, sat on the beach, looking over the fish
with a hungry, greedy eye.
"You're dead, Furface. There is not point in eating the fish."
The _kyree_ looked over at a young woman dressed in a black swim-suit and black
beach-skirt lounging in a lawn chair. Her raven hair wore many braids and fell
gracefully around her hawk-like features, and her golden skin was void of any of
the scars in boasted in life.
:That, Mindmate, is hardly the point. I haven't hunted since we got here.: Warrl
sniffed. :My senses are going to rust with disuse!:
Tarma snorted her amusement. "As if a _kyree's_ senses could rust! And what's
the worry here? Just relax."
The young Shin'a'in caught sight of amber on the island breeze, and smiled at
her sister. "Where have you been, green eyes?"
The young mage folded herself gracefully in the sand and adjusted herself
carefully. Her hair was a little more rustled then the warm island breeze
warranted, and Tarmachuckled knowingly. Kethry sighed, contented. "With Jadrek,"
she said simply. "We were talking."
Tarma laughed outright. "And then some, I imagine."
The green eyed mage laid back and stretched her long, lithe body out, her nude
shaded floral bikini stretching with her. Kethry smiled and closed her eyes,
satisfied. "Mmhum. More then talking, I would say. But, I don't really know. I
was will him for quite a while."
A mental chuckled hovering between the three of them. :Who was it that wore out
first this time?: Warrl padded over, careful not to throw sand. Tarma absently
scratched the lupine head and laughed.
"Me," the mage replied, turning to look up at her dark sister and the _kyree_.
"Jad's younger than he used to be." A sly smile played across Kethry's lips.
"And I am an excellent teacher, if I do say so myself."
A volleyball suddenly found it's way between the two women and sand went
everywhere. They both laughed and brushed themselves off as a young man ran
toward them. His long blue-black hair was streaked silver and fell beautifully
around his bare shoulders. White swim shorts hung around his narrow hips. In
short, he was a beautiful man.
His silver-blue eyes danced with merriment as he came up to them. "Forgive us,
ladies. The Bard of my heart had terrible aim."
"Only with sports equipment." Another young man ran up to them and put his arms
around the silver eyed young man's shoulders. He wore the same swim shorts as
the other young man, only red and white, rather than just white. His hair was
auburn, but sun-streaked in shades of blond, and his eyes where brown, but in
sunlight, they were hazel with more green the brown. "Last night, however, I do
believe that I proved my aim was as good as yours, if not better!"
Tarma and Kethry laughed as Vanyel mimed a blow at the Herald-turned-Bard.
Stefen laughed as he ducked and caught the Herald-mage around the waist laughing
wickedly. "You've just had more practice that all." Vanyel laughed as he took
the volleyball from Warrl who held it in his mouth.
"Thank you, wolf-brother."
:You're welcome, Herald.:
"VANYEL!"
A young woman with long black hair and sapphire eyes waved at Vanyel to hurry.
Her swim-suit was an exact copy of Tarma's but in pure, incandescent white. She
ran over.
"'Fandes, we found the ball." Stefen told her.
Yfandes smiled. "I see that." She giggled. "And I know about that aim of yours!"
"'Fandes!" Vanyel colored beautifully.
"What?" Yfandes danced out of the way of Vanyel's pounce, laughing maliciously.
"It's not my fault that you forgot to block me out last night!"
Stefen laughed and grabbed Vanyel around the waist again, to hinder his
murdering of the young woman.
"C'mon, Van-ashke. Let's go finish our game. You can kill Yfandes in points."
Stefen glanced at the former mercenaries. "Care to join us?"
Tarma looked over at Kethry. Her ice blue eyes met with green eyes that were
bright with amusement. "Well, since you offered, who else is playing?" Kethry
asked.
Vanyel looked over at Stefen who looked skyward for the answer. "Um, I think we
have Lashan, Flarren, Dawnfire, and Tre'valen." Stefen let go of Van, who
preceded to chase Yfandes again, and he crossed his arms as he bit the tip of
his thumb. "Yeah, that's about it. We Need at least another two players."
Yfandes shrieked as Vanyel caught her and pinned her down in another lawn chair.
"Careful, Chosen. Stef might get jealous."
Vanyel laughed. "Wrong, gender, lovely lady!" Vanyel sat on her lap as he looked
non-nonchalantly back at the rest of the group. Yfandes laughed and tried to
move him, but he wouldn't budge.
Stefen tackled both of them and sent the chair flying backward, much to the
amusement of the other Three on lookers. Yfandes escaped quickly and ran for the
volleyball net. Kethry laughed and grabbed the ball on her way out. Tarma's
flying braids were a split second behind, her giggling sounding in her wake and
Warrl matching her pace.
"Well, Van. It certainly took us long enough to get here."
"That it did, ashke." Vanyel sighed and trudge slowly next to his
_shay'kreth'ashke._
Stefen stopped, as did Vanyel next to him, blue-black tresses mingled with
sun-streaked auburn as the light breeze became stronger and the day turned into
evening, the sun was half a sphere over the water.
:Van, ashke, what is it?:
Vanyel laughed and wrapped his own arms around the Bard's waist, Stefen's hands
rested on the mage's elbows. :It's just _perfect_ here, Stef. That's all.:
Vanyel shook his head and pulled Stefen closer. :You know how much perfect is a
bore. No wander everyone wants to be reborn as soon as they can.:
"Do you want to be reborn, Van?"
Vanyel's silver-blue eyes smiled into Stefen's hazel, and he kissed the Bard
lovingly. :Only if you come with me.:
:Oh! So you can't live without _him_, but you can live without _me?!_
Vanyel broke the kiss hastily or risk laughing hysterically into his lover's
mouth. Stefen was in no better shape. They both fell in a heap on the sun-warmed
sand as the sun slipped below the watery horizon.
:Of course I can't live without you, horse! But I don't want to be a Herald
again.:
:And neither do I. But I don't want to be a commoner either. How else am I going
to find Van?:
Yfandes sent a mental chuckle to the both of them. :We'll figure something out.
Now hurry up! You're holding up the game!: She mentally jabbed at them slyly.
:You can fondle one another later!:
Vanyel and Stefen both laughed again, but weren't embarrassed. Yfandes was kind
enough to make the truth a joke as she murmured huskily at them. :Bermuda,
Bahamas, c'mon pretty mamma...: