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Chapter 2!!!!!!!!
It was a beautiful day for traveling, and Emma mentioned as much to her escort. All she got in reply was a short "harumph." So much for friendly conversation. She thought. Hmmm. maybe some of these trees will talk to me. *hello! How are you tree friends?* *who speaks?* one answered *just me.* Emma called back. *oh, you don't look like one of us.* it stated *yes, I know. It's very sad.* Emma had learned that trees dealt with her being human better that way. *oh yes. Very sad. You are moving too far away, goodbye* *bye!* Emma replied. Emma giggled as she heard the trees aroung the one she talked to chat.
*who was that?* *oh, she is very nice. So sad she is that she is not a tree too.* *oh yes, how very sad*
Emma and her escort (who Maura had sent with her) went along the way, never really speaking to eachother, but Emma stopped talking to the trees, she sensed she was making him nervous. People were always like that around her. They treated her like a freak, a crazy person. That was unusual because there were ogres who farmed and traded, not to mention immortals, and super- smart animals, all over Dunlath. But none of these were considered half as strange as a girl talking to a tree. Stop thinking like that you'll only depress yourself. She told herself sternly. Though it might be nice to be somewhere where people won't call me the "freak of nature." They stopped at an inn for the night, and Emma went straight to bed. Travalling is hard work, especially for such a long time. In the morning, she woke up with a very hungy stomach. She got her breakfast and went out in search of her horse and escort. And looked. And looked. Well, there was one horse, but where was her escort? She went back into the inn and asked a waitress. "oh him. I saw him leave here last night. Just walked paid his bills and walked right out." "ohhhhh this is just great. Perfect. I'm thirteen and all I've got is my horse and packs. Wonderful." She muttered as she walked out the door. "well, I'll just have to get along on my own. Maybe if I rode through the forest. who cares? I never liked him any way. The rude, inconsiderate.. then again, I saw the way he looked at me. Who can blame him? I'm just another freak. Oh how she hated the word. No use now. I might as well get going. And with that she took off, not along side the road, but more just off the side of the road. She could just make out the people and carts on their way down the path through the trees. But they couldn't see her. After what seemed like days she rode on like that, until she reached a spot where all the people seemed to slow down, even made "ooh" and "ahhh" noises. I wonder what's going on? She thought as she made her way back on to the dusty path. There it was, Corus. All spread out like a great big tapestry, glittering in the afternoon sun. Little puffs of smoke rose from chimneys, and the palace was breathtaking. Now all I have to do is get there. She added with a smile to herself. Several hours later and the sun was beginning to set, so Emma decided to set up camp. She was begging to hold a grudge against inns. She found a nice little place to set up and got to work with her hammock. Once that was done, she used the extra food Tate had packed her and had a nice little dinner. And fell asleep under the stars.
Oh. My. Gosh. Who's sick idea was it to cram all these people in one tiny space?? Emma wondered as she made her way to the palace where Maura had told her Daine would be. She pushed her way through the crowds (having left, against her better judgment, horse at an inn). Venders yelled and waved their items in front of her face. "First customer! I sell for two gold!!!" " Fine, imported silk! Cheap!!" And how am I exactly supposed to make my way though this mess?? She wondered. Trying to escape yet another pushy merchant. Just then a large wooden cart loaded with all sorts of boxes and such made it's way through the mess. Quickly Emma jumped to walk just behind it. letting the heavy cart do all the work for her. It took her what felt like hours to get there, but finally she made it to the palace. Tugging her dress just right, and fixing her hair from the insanity of the market, she walked up to a servant. "Excuse me, but where might I find miss Daine Sarasri?" The servant however, just walked right past her. "well what did I expect? Nothing else was easy." She decided, and looked for someone else to ask.
Sorry guys. I just HATE cliffies, but I have to end this chapter somewhere, it's getting late! I'll update soon, promise! C-ya!
Chapter 2!!!!!!!!
It was a beautiful day for traveling, and Emma mentioned as much to her escort. All she got in reply was a short "harumph." So much for friendly conversation. She thought. Hmmm. maybe some of these trees will talk to me. *hello! How are you tree friends?* *who speaks?* one answered *just me.* Emma called back. *oh, you don't look like one of us.* it stated *yes, I know. It's very sad.* Emma had learned that trees dealt with her being human better that way. *oh yes. Very sad. You are moving too far away, goodbye* *bye!* Emma replied. Emma giggled as she heard the trees aroung the one she talked to chat.
*who was that?* *oh, she is very nice. So sad she is that she is not a tree too.* *oh yes, how very sad*
Emma and her escort (who Maura had sent with her) went along the way, never really speaking to eachother, but Emma stopped talking to the trees, she sensed she was making him nervous. People were always like that around her. They treated her like a freak, a crazy person. That was unusual because there were ogres who farmed and traded, not to mention immortals, and super- smart animals, all over Dunlath. But none of these were considered half as strange as a girl talking to a tree. Stop thinking like that you'll only depress yourself. She told herself sternly. Though it might be nice to be somewhere where people won't call me the "freak of nature." They stopped at an inn for the night, and Emma went straight to bed. Travalling is hard work, especially for such a long time. In the morning, she woke up with a very hungy stomach. She got her breakfast and went out in search of her horse and escort. And looked. And looked. Well, there was one horse, but where was her escort? She went back into the inn and asked a waitress. "oh him. I saw him leave here last night. Just walked paid his bills and walked right out." "ohhhhh this is just great. Perfect. I'm thirteen and all I've got is my horse and packs. Wonderful." She muttered as she walked out the door. "well, I'll just have to get along on my own. Maybe if I rode through the forest. who cares? I never liked him any way. The rude, inconsiderate.. then again, I saw the way he looked at me. Who can blame him? I'm just another freak. Oh how she hated the word. No use now. I might as well get going. And with that she took off, not along side the road, but more just off the side of the road. She could just make out the people and carts on their way down the path through the trees. But they couldn't see her. After what seemed like days she rode on like that, until she reached a spot where all the people seemed to slow down, even made "ooh" and "ahhh" noises. I wonder what's going on? She thought as she made her way back on to the dusty path. There it was, Corus. All spread out like a great big tapestry, glittering in the afternoon sun. Little puffs of smoke rose from chimneys, and the palace was breathtaking. Now all I have to do is get there. She added with a smile to herself. Several hours later and the sun was beginning to set, so Emma decided to set up camp. She was begging to hold a grudge against inns. She found a nice little place to set up and got to work with her hammock. Once that was done, she used the extra food Tate had packed her and had a nice little dinner. And fell asleep under the stars.
Oh. My. Gosh. Who's sick idea was it to cram all these people in one tiny space?? Emma wondered as she made her way to the palace where Maura had told her Daine would be. She pushed her way through the crowds (having left, against her better judgment, horse at an inn). Venders yelled and waved their items in front of her face. "First customer! I sell for two gold!!!" " Fine, imported silk! Cheap!!" And how am I exactly supposed to make my way though this mess?? She wondered. Trying to escape yet another pushy merchant. Just then a large wooden cart loaded with all sorts of boxes and such made it's way through the mess. Quickly Emma jumped to walk just behind it. letting the heavy cart do all the work for her. It took her what felt like hours to get there, but finally she made it to the palace. Tugging her dress just right, and fixing her hair from the insanity of the market, she walked up to a servant. "Excuse me, but where might I find miss Daine Sarasri?" The servant however, just walked right past her. "well what did I expect? Nothing else was easy." She decided, and looked for someone else to ask.
Sorry guys. I just HATE cliffies, but I have to end this chapter somewhere, it's getting late! I'll update soon, promise! C-ya!