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Chapter 9.0!!!!!!
It was almost time to go. Emma's mare fidgeted beneath her as she waited to start. Emma patted her on the back to calm her, but she wasn't really all that calm herself. Things never went right on the road, like being abandoned. She would have to talk to Maura about that guy. She took another bite out of her scone, it was just the perfect thing for this morning. Emma smiled as she thought of how she had gotten on the cook's good side over the weeks she had spent in Corus.
"Ready to go? You look fair nervous, it will be okay, we've done this before." Daine smiled at Emma. Daine and Numair were stationed to ride in place to the left and right of the king and queen, Emma had been offered to ride near Daine, but she got nervous at being so close to the royals and said that she only wanted to ride towards the back. Daine had just dropped by to check everything was well with Emma.
"I'm fine, really. Where is our first stop?" Emma quickly added to cover up her obvious lie.
Daine could see right through her. "You are too nervous, and you know well where our first stop is. We went over this this morning. Here, I got you some company for the road." Daine smiled and turned to her packs. Emma let out a small gasp of surprise as Daine handed her a tiny, little tree in a pot. It had a small loop that would attach to her saddle. The pot was a deep blue with white engravings all over in flowery designs. The tree itself was a maple, just about the size of her pinkie, with miniature branches and delicate little green leaves. Emma carefully attached it to her saddle, amazed at how well it fit. Then she turned her attention to Daine, and immediately crushed her in a hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!" Emma told Daine, who was busy being crushed. "It's so perfect, I've never gotten anything like this before!" Then she realized she was hurting Daine and let her go, blushing a little in embarrassment.
Daine laughed a bit, once out of Emma's death grip. "Your welcome. It's spelled againtst being spilled or falling out, so you don't need to worry about that. I have to go now, so you two spend some quality time okay? There's a flask of water in your saddle so it won't dry out. Bye!" Daine left as Emma said goodbye back.
Emma turned back to the little tree with a smile. So little one, she asked, do you have a name or shall I give you one?
no one's given me a name before, who are you?do you have a name? what is a name? it answered.
well, a name is what other trees or people call you. My name is emma. And I think I shall call you Alfred. Do you like that name or would you like a different one? Emma replied.
alfred is a nice name. what kind of tree are you? I don't know many trees. I live in this pot. It said matter-of-factly and Emma felt a little sad for it.
I'm not a tree, but I can take you to meet some trees later. Lots of trees. She said kindly.
not a tree? Well, how can you talk to me? None of the other not trees have ever talked to me before. It commented thought fully.
Emma giggled, she could allready see this was going to be a good trip after all.
The fiefs and villages all passed by in a blur as the progress moved on. Emma would spend the nights in a tent near Daine and Numair's, and spent the days introducing Alfred to new trees. After a couple months, she was pleased to see that he had grown a full inch under her care, and even thew a small celebration with him, complete with a mineral cake which she mixed with his water to feed him. Soon they started to come nearer and nearer to Dunlath. Emma was barely able to wait to see Tate and Muara, and all her friends in the forest.
Chapter 9.0!!!!!!
It was almost time to go. Emma's mare fidgeted beneath her as she waited to start. Emma patted her on the back to calm her, but she wasn't really all that calm herself. Things never went right on the road, like being abandoned. She would have to talk to Maura about that guy. She took another bite out of her scone, it was just the perfect thing for this morning. Emma smiled as she thought of how she had gotten on the cook's good side over the weeks she had spent in Corus.
"Ready to go? You look fair nervous, it will be okay, we've done this before." Daine smiled at Emma. Daine and Numair were stationed to ride in place to the left and right of the king and queen, Emma had been offered to ride near Daine, but she got nervous at being so close to the royals and said that she only wanted to ride towards the back. Daine had just dropped by to check everything was well with Emma.
"I'm fine, really. Where is our first stop?" Emma quickly added to cover up her obvious lie.
Daine could see right through her. "You are too nervous, and you know well where our first stop is. We went over this this morning. Here, I got you some company for the road." Daine smiled and turned to her packs. Emma let out a small gasp of surprise as Daine handed her a tiny, little tree in a pot. It had a small loop that would attach to her saddle. The pot was a deep blue with white engravings all over in flowery designs. The tree itself was a maple, just about the size of her pinkie, with miniature branches and delicate little green leaves. Emma carefully attached it to her saddle, amazed at how well it fit. Then she turned her attention to Daine, and immediately crushed her in a hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!" Emma told Daine, who was busy being crushed. "It's so perfect, I've never gotten anything like this before!" Then she realized she was hurting Daine and let her go, blushing a little in embarrassment.
Daine laughed a bit, once out of Emma's death grip. "Your welcome. It's spelled againtst being spilled or falling out, so you don't need to worry about that. I have to go now, so you two spend some quality time okay? There's a flask of water in your saddle so it won't dry out. Bye!" Daine left as Emma said goodbye back.
Emma turned back to the little tree with a smile. So little one, she asked, do you have a name or shall I give you one?
no one's given me a name before, who are you?do you have a name? what is a name? it answered.
well, a name is what other trees or people call you. My name is emma. And I think I shall call you Alfred. Do you like that name or would you like a different one? Emma replied.
alfred is a nice name. what kind of tree are you? I don't know many trees. I live in this pot. It said matter-of-factly and Emma felt a little sad for it.
I'm not a tree, but I can take you to meet some trees later. Lots of trees. She said kindly.
not a tree? Well, how can you talk to me? None of the other not trees have ever talked to me before. It commented thought fully.
Emma giggled, she could allready see this was going to be a good trip after all.
The fiefs and villages all passed by in a blur as the progress moved on. Emma would spend the nights in a tent near Daine and Numair's, and spent the days introducing Alfred to new trees. After a couple months, she was pleased to see that he had grown a full inch under her care, and even thew a small celebration with him, complete with a mineral cake which she mixed with his water to feed him. Soon they started to come nearer and nearer to Dunlath. Emma was barely able to wait to see Tate and Muara, and all her friends in the forest.