A/N: More? Have I finally gone mental? Sorry to disappoint you, but I've
known this for years. I think this is a record for an update, though.
Chapter 13-Over My Dead Body
Rory sat atop a narrow zenith, staring at the night sky in this strange land. A gentle breeze brushed her hair, and Rory closed her eyes, letting it carry her worries away. She smiled. Tristan was finally within shouting distance. "I've heard you panting for half an hour! What happened, you stopped?"
Tristan gave his trademark smirk. "I can't sneak up on you, can I?" he yelled back.
Rory smirked right back at him, and tossed her foot. Loose dust fell into his eyes, and he let go.
Rory rolled her eyes. "Idiot." She muttered, and leaped down to the pinnacle below her, and caught him. "One of these days, you're going to get yourself killed."
Tristan nodded, but asked, "Where did you learn to do that?"
Rory got a very distant look in her eye. She answered quietly a few minutes later, "It seems to be in my blood. The psychic…the talent…I'm not myself here." She murmured. "Maybe I am this legendary Elsyr."
Tristan blinked. "You mean, you're going to fry me over some bonfire because you're realizing you belong here, not on earth? You're stronger than that, Ror."
Rory smiled, and kissed him. Thank you. Thank you so much. She didn't send her thoughts to him, but knew the kiss would suffice.
When they came down an hour later, the stern woman from earlier(the one who lifted her chin), Clias, scowled at him. "I saw him fall fifty feet. It was very lucky you were there to notice. No one else would have cared."
Rory's eyes flashed fire. This woman had upset her. "His name is Tristan. Can you say it, or are all men below you? What is up with this, anyway? Aren't we supposed to be subdued by them? And yet, you view it as an insult I brought him!"
Kat appeared behind her, dressed in the leather. Tristan shivered. This place is starting to remind me of a sci fi movie.
Kat held Rory's shoulders. She said calmly, "Clias and Osylan don't understand the laws, Lorelai." But her eyes accused Clias even more than Rory's. "However, that is no excuse to let the Nein* die."
Clias snorted. "As far as we are concerned, if she cares for the nein, she can care for him."
Tristan felt ready for a fight, but decided that Rory was mad enough to handle it. That and Kat was giving him death glares as he clenched his fists.
Rory abruptly sat down, as did everyone in the room. Rory glared at Clias. "Tell me. How do I know how to survive here and how to use these talents?"
Clias smiled, happy at a question she knew the answer to. "Simple. Elsyr passed her blood down the line to you, Rory. You see your mother and grandmother's determination, no?" she smiled. "They thrive in any situation. Your grandmother rebelled, though you were never told of it, nor your mother. You've heard a thousand times of your mother's rebellion. But your great grandmother didn't send us reports after her death. Your rebellion started easily. You rebelled very little growing up as you saw where it got you."
Rory's fists clenched. "You are not insulting my mother, I hope."
Clias nodded. "To insult Elsyr's decendant is death. Your rebellion is blossoming beautifully here." Clias eyes narrowed. "If you did not have Elsyr's countenance, you would have been whipped for allowing your nein to run where it wants."
Three sets of eyebrows rose. "It?"
Clias threw her hands up. "Never mind! Our culture isn't used to males being at all superior, much less equal." She smiled at Rory. "You will be our queen, as Elsyr should have been. That is why, Lorelai. Elsyr chose you of her decendants to rule us. You will learn more as you are trained, and your raw talent is refined. This starts tomorrow, Kat?"
Kat nodded stiffly. "She will have her initial period here, but after she excels, she is to spend the next with Milchamah."
Rory screamed, and all the loose items in the room flew around, glass breaking. "I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE!" she ran out of the room, screaming about Harvard and dreams.
Tristan ran after her. I just hope I don't hurt her more. Why do I have to be a nein, anyway?
A/N: Well, that was another bit of confusion, huh? A bit shorter, but I needed to get Rory riled up for what happens next. Besides, I've gotten emails asking about what in the world are all these confusing terms I use.
Um..do we see Rory's great grandmother at all? If we do, that's not who I'm using, and it'll be here great great grandmother. I'm not sure if it was a fic or an episode where they're invited to see her.
*Nein-an insult in the galaxy, but on nienina it's what males are called. They generally aren't given names, but are addressed as one.
*Nien-an insult given to women of nienina
*Nie-gifted dragon summoners. There are generally a set of two every hundred years or so. Nie dragons are prophesied summoners with psychic abilities.
*Nienina-Rory's home planet
*Elsyr-Rory's great grandmother who was a Nie dragon who brought the blakk to Nienina
*Blakk-the black dragons which inhabit Nienina and obey Niens and Neins only(inabants of nienina)
ok, there's your dictionary of terms I've used.
Chapter 13-Over My Dead Body
Rory sat atop a narrow zenith, staring at the night sky in this strange land. A gentle breeze brushed her hair, and Rory closed her eyes, letting it carry her worries away. She smiled. Tristan was finally within shouting distance. "I've heard you panting for half an hour! What happened, you stopped?"
Tristan gave his trademark smirk. "I can't sneak up on you, can I?" he yelled back.
Rory smirked right back at him, and tossed her foot. Loose dust fell into his eyes, and he let go.
Rory rolled her eyes. "Idiot." She muttered, and leaped down to the pinnacle below her, and caught him. "One of these days, you're going to get yourself killed."
Tristan nodded, but asked, "Where did you learn to do that?"
Rory got a very distant look in her eye. She answered quietly a few minutes later, "It seems to be in my blood. The psychic…the talent…I'm not myself here." She murmured. "Maybe I am this legendary Elsyr."
Tristan blinked. "You mean, you're going to fry me over some bonfire because you're realizing you belong here, not on earth? You're stronger than that, Ror."
Rory smiled, and kissed him. Thank you. Thank you so much. She didn't send her thoughts to him, but knew the kiss would suffice.
When they came down an hour later, the stern woman from earlier(the one who lifted her chin), Clias, scowled at him. "I saw him fall fifty feet. It was very lucky you were there to notice. No one else would have cared."
Rory's eyes flashed fire. This woman had upset her. "His name is Tristan. Can you say it, or are all men below you? What is up with this, anyway? Aren't we supposed to be subdued by them? And yet, you view it as an insult I brought him!"
Kat appeared behind her, dressed in the leather. Tristan shivered. This place is starting to remind me of a sci fi movie.
Kat held Rory's shoulders. She said calmly, "Clias and Osylan don't understand the laws, Lorelai." But her eyes accused Clias even more than Rory's. "However, that is no excuse to let the Nein* die."
Clias snorted. "As far as we are concerned, if she cares for the nein, she can care for him."
Tristan felt ready for a fight, but decided that Rory was mad enough to handle it. That and Kat was giving him death glares as he clenched his fists.
Rory abruptly sat down, as did everyone in the room. Rory glared at Clias. "Tell me. How do I know how to survive here and how to use these talents?"
Clias smiled, happy at a question she knew the answer to. "Simple. Elsyr passed her blood down the line to you, Rory. You see your mother and grandmother's determination, no?" she smiled. "They thrive in any situation. Your grandmother rebelled, though you were never told of it, nor your mother. You've heard a thousand times of your mother's rebellion. But your great grandmother didn't send us reports after her death. Your rebellion started easily. You rebelled very little growing up as you saw where it got you."
Rory's fists clenched. "You are not insulting my mother, I hope."
Clias nodded. "To insult Elsyr's decendant is death. Your rebellion is blossoming beautifully here." Clias eyes narrowed. "If you did not have Elsyr's countenance, you would have been whipped for allowing your nein to run where it wants."
Three sets of eyebrows rose. "It?"
Clias threw her hands up. "Never mind! Our culture isn't used to males being at all superior, much less equal." She smiled at Rory. "You will be our queen, as Elsyr should have been. That is why, Lorelai. Elsyr chose you of her decendants to rule us. You will learn more as you are trained, and your raw talent is refined. This starts tomorrow, Kat?"
Kat nodded stiffly. "She will have her initial period here, but after she excels, she is to spend the next with Milchamah."
Rory screamed, and all the loose items in the room flew around, glass breaking. "I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE!" she ran out of the room, screaming about Harvard and dreams.
Tristan ran after her. I just hope I don't hurt her more. Why do I have to be a nein, anyway?
A/N: Well, that was another bit of confusion, huh? A bit shorter, but I needed to get Rory riled up for what happens next. Besides, I've gotten emails asking about what in the world are all these confusing terms I use.
Um..do we see Rory's great grandmother at all? If we do, that's not who I'm using, and it'll be here great great grandmother. I'm not sure if it was a fic or an episode where they're invited to see her.
*Nein-an insult in the galaxy, but on nienina it's what males are called. They generally aren't given names, but are addressed as one.
*Nien-an insult given to women of nienina
*Nie-gifted dragon summoners. There are generally a set of two every hundred years or so. Nie dragons are prophesied summoners with psychic abilities.
*Nienina-Rory's home planet
*Elsyr-Rory's great grandmother who was a Nie dragon who brought the blakk to Nienina
*Blakk-the black dragons which inhabit Nienina and obey Niens and Neins only(inabants of nienina)
ok, there's your dictionary of terms I've used.