Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for... I finally updated!!!
Well, enough chit-chat, on with the story~
Chapter 7
Emma walked towards Daine's room. If anyone knew what to think of the treelings, Daine would. She smiled as she walked down the marble floors of the hallway.
Meanwhile, Daine was in her room talking to Numair, about some distressing news indeed.
"What?!" she yelled, just a tad too loudly. The animals around her looked up, startled. "Sorry," she said, then turned back to Numair. " *please* tell me you didn't just say what I thought you did." She said, rather bluntly. "Magelet, I know you don't like it but we have to. Going to the Grand Procession is vital." He tried, hoping the use of his nickname for her would soothe her a little. No.such.luck. "Numair, we are way too busy already! what about Emma? And wouldn't we be better used being put to work?" She asked. "Emma can come along, and you know as well as I that we're needed more at the Grand Progress than here. The people of Tortall are getting edgy from the war with Scanra. That last scrape was a little too close for comfort, thank heavens for Kel being there at the right time and place. Tortall's citizens need to be shown that we're here, and are real, not just made up myths." He picked up her hand and tried to put on a begging-slash-serious- slash-*I hope this works*-face, one that was very hard indeed to pull off on the face of a dark mage. Daine sighed, she knew he was right, then she looked down at his face and burst into laughter. He then added hurt-slash-confused look to his already existing mixed up face, and Daine was lost to laughter. She picked up a mirror with her free hand and gave him a look at himself and soon he was laughing too, glad that the major conflict was over. Just then a knock was hear at the door. Kitten, who had been watching the hysterical humans, gave a delighted whistle. She knew Emma's knock when she heard it. Emma and Kitten had grown rather like siblings over the months that Emma had been taken under Daine's wing. The little dragonette trotted to the door to greet Emma. "Hi Kit! Are Daine and Numair around?" Emma inquired. Kit just rolled her eyes and gave a skeptical whistle, then led Emma to where the two were just calming down. "Ah, Emma, I was just wanting to talk to you." Daine said as she wiped away the laughter tears caused by Numair. Emma looked to kit as if to say 'what in the world?.' and Kit just gave an unlady/dragon-like snort and gave a look back as if to say 'they are insane.' Clear and simple. Emma giggle at this, and caught herself. She was *not* just acting like a treeling. She engaged herself in absentmindedly petting Kit as she listened to Daine.
A little short I admit, but I have to leave a *little* for the next chappie! Bob out.
Chapter 7
Emma walked towards Daine's room. If anyone knew what to think of the treelings, Daine would. She smiled as she walked down the marble floors of the hallway.
Meanwhile, Daine was in her room talking to Numair, about some distressing news indeed.
"What?!" she yelled, just a tad too loudly. The animals around her looked up, startled. "Sorry," she said, then turned back to Numair. " *please* tell me you didn't just say what I thought you did." She said, rather bluntly. "Magelet, I know you don't like it but we have to. Going to the Grand Procession is vital." He tried, hoping the use of his nickname for her would soothe her a little. No.such.luck. "Numair, we are way too busy already! what about Emma? And wouldn't we be better used being put to work?" She asked. "Emma can come along, and you know as well as I that we're needed more at the Grand Progress than here. The people of Tortall are getting edgy from the war with Scanra. That last scrape was a little too close for comfort, thank heavens for Kel being there at the right time and place. Tortall's citizens need to be shown that we're here, and are real, not just made up myths." He picked up her hand and tried to put on a begging-slash-serious- slash-*I hope this works*-face, one that was very hard indeed to pull off on the face of a dark mage. Daine sighed, she knew he was right, then she looked down at his face and burst into laughter. He then added hurt-slash-confused look to his already existing mixed up face, and Daine was lost to laughter. She picked up a mirror with her free hand and gave him a look at himself and soon he was laughing too, glad that the major conflict was over. Just then a knock was hear at the door. Kitten, who had been watching the hysterical humans, gave a delighted whistle. She knew Emma's knock when she heard it. Emma and Kitten had grown rather like siblings over the months that Emma had been taken under Daine's wing. The little dragonette trotted to the door to greet Emma. "Hi Kit! Are Daine and Numair around?" Emma inquired. Kit just rolled her eyes and gave a skeptical whistle, then led Emma to where the two were just calming down. "Ah, Emma, I was just wanting to talk to you." Daine said as she wiped away the laughter tears caused by Numair. Emma looked to kit as if to say 'what in the world?.' and Kit just gave an unlady/dragon-like snort and gave a look back as if to say 'they are insane.' Clear and simple. Emma giggle at this, and caught herself. She was *not* just acting like a treeling. She engaged herself in absentmindedly petting Kit as she listened to Daine.
A little short I admit, but I have to leave a *little* for the next chappie! Bob out.