Disclaimer: I do not own most of the characters in this story nor most of
the settings. Although, Nelyra and Kay are mine.
Author's note: yet again.Kay rhymes with sky not fray.
The Dancing Dove was alive with music, laughter, and yelling. Tankards upon tankards were filled to the brim and emptied in an instant. Kay sat in the middle enjoying the attention the lower thieves were giving him. A sound made him turn to the door. Seeing the red-haired girl, he beckoned her forward.
"Your Majesty," she said once she reached Kay's table. "I see that you are quite well."
"Call me Kay, Nel, unless you wish to lose one of your pretty ears," the King of Thieves replied, his gray eyes sparkling from amusement.
"Very well, Kay, I'm glad you've adopted the old king's ways," Nelyra commented.
"Not the old king's but his predecessor," he said smiling. "Too bad he went of with the wrong people. I mean, how could he marry the King's Champion?"
"Jealous, Kay?"
"Not at all, I wouldn't be able to put up with the Lioness's temper anymore than I can with yours."
They sat for a minute in silence. Well, not exactly. The chaos of the celebration filled every corner of the inn and ricocheted off the walls and out the windows and into the streets.
"Any luck with today's 'hunt'?" Kay asked brushing back a pale blond lock of hair away from his face.
'Nearly got caught, and what for? It was but a wheel of common cheese. Not even imported! And that man's voice could be heard through out all of Corus."
"Why don't you use your Gift?"
Immediately Kay saw Nelyra's amber eyes turn an emerald color; the color of the city walls shutting under a full moon.
"It's my gift after all," she said in a small voice. She got up from her seat. "I'll see you tomorrow."
She walked through the door and vanished in the early morning shadows.
Author's note: yet again.Kay rhymes with sky not fray.
The Dancing Dove was alive with music, laughter, and yelling. Tankards upon tankards were filled to the brim and emptied in an instant. Kay sat in the middle enjoying the attention the lower thieves were giving him. A sound made him turn to the door. Seeing the red-haired girl, he beckoned her forward.
"Your Majesty," she said once she reached Kay's table. "I see that you are quite well."
"Call me Kay, Nel, unless you wish to lose one of your pretty ears," the King of Thieves replied, his gray eyes sparkling from amusement.
"Very well, Kay, I'm glad you've adopted the old king's ways," Nelyra commented.
"Not the old king's but his predecessor," he said smiling. "Too bad he went of with the wrong people. I mean, how could he marry the King's Champion?"
"Jealous, Kay?"
"Not at all, I wouldn't be able to put up with the Lioness's temper anymore than I can with yours."
They sat for a minute in silence. Well, not exactly. The chaos of the celebration filled every corner of the inn and ricocheted off the walls and out the windows and into the streets.
"Any luck with today's 'hunt'?" Kay asked brushing back a pale blond lock of hair away from his face.
'Nearly got caught, and what for? It was but a wheel of common cheese. Not even imported! And that man's voice could be heard through out all of Corus."
"Why don't you use your Gift?"
Immediately Kay saw Nelyra's amber eyes turn an emerald color; the color of the city walls shutting under a full moon.
"It's my gift after all," she said in a small voice. She got up from her seat. "I'll see you tomorrow."
She walked through the door and vanished in the early morning shadows.