Hey, here's the next chapter. It's still slightly short and I apologise for that. I can't seem to get a good run. It also may seem a little rushed and I apologise for that too. L. Anyways, thank you all for your lovely reviews.
Disclaimer- I don't own the magic of Althie's world, or anyone in it, except Lorelle. K?
Chapter Two-
A couple of days later, Lorelle was ready to leave.
Althalus took one look at her and shook his head. "You're not going out there dressed like that."
Lorelle looked at herself. She saw nothing wrong with her outfit. She was dressed in a simple tunic that was suitable for riding. "What's wrong with it?"
"You'll draw too much attention to yourself." He said.
"Daddy, think about it. No matter how I dress, I'm going to draw attention to myself." She grinned at her father. "When we get to Osthos, because that's where Leitha is, she's with Andine, I want you and Mother to stay hidden till her birthday."
Althalus sighed. "Fine. Now why do you want your mother and I to stay out of sight? Where will you be?" He asked.
Lorelle's grin grew. "I'm going to introduce them to Ammy."
Althalus looked confused for a minute. "Who's Ammy?"
Lorelle winked before she began to rapidly change into an ebony cat with amethyst coloured eyes.
"This is Ammy." She said, arching her back, before changing back.
Althalus smiled. "You look so much like your mother when you do that." He said.
Lorelle blushed. "Thank you Daddy." She said, her eyes lowered to the ground.
Althalus grinned as he realised that his daughter was blushing because of the compliment that he gave her.
About to say something, Althalus was cut short as Dweia stepped out and meowed loudly.
"Don't think about it Althalus." She warned, walking over to her daughter, who picked her up.
"Hello Mother, or should I say Emmy?" Lorelle asked with a grin.
"Mother is fine, thank you." Dweia replied.
Althalus looked at the two that he loved the most and sighed happily. He was going to see the rest of his family soon.
"We'd better get going if we want to make it there on time." He said, placing Dweia in the back of his hood of his cloak. It was where she had stayed on their first outing out of the House.
'Like old times. Don't you agree pet?' Dweia's voice murmured in Althalus's mind.
'Yes it is.'
Lorelle sighed. She knew that they were communicating through their own private link. Mounting her horse, she waited patently for her parents, and when they were ready they rode till nightfall.
Althalus set up camp just a way down from the old tree trunk that marked the way to the House. Grinning, he stared up at the lights dancing across the night sky, God's fire so much more obvious during the night. He remembered the first time he had seen it, over twenty five hundred years ago. It had given him the shock of his life. No, wait, it had given him the first of never ending shocks, he corrected himself with a wry grin. Living with a Goddess was a shocking experience, especially when that Goddess had an eighteen-year old daughter who was a mixture of both her and himself.
He looked at his daughter and smiled gently. That daughter of his was his pride and joy.
Lorelle looked at her father and smiled as she cooked dinner. Although her mother preferred to just create dinner, with her own special touches, cooking was a soothing habit for Lorelle and she took great delight in the simple pleasures of cooking.
As the sun rose the next morning, Lorelle awoke to hear someone talking to themselves. Sitting up cautiously, she saw an old man with a stick walking past. She grinned, realising who this old man was.
"Hello Uncle." She called softly.
The old man jumped and he turned to look at Lorelle, his old face lighting with joy as he saw her.
"Lorelle my dear, come give an old man a hug." He said.
Lorelle complied instantly, getting to her feet and rushing to embrace the old man.
"What are you doing out and about Lorelle?" He asked, running a hand gently over her long autumn hair. "I could have sworn that that father of your was never going to let you out in this world."
Lorelle smiled cheekily. "Daddy didn't want to, but Mother and I persuaded him."
The old man laughed. "I bet you did. Together, you and your mother could make even the most stubborn man melt."
"It's so nice that you think that, considering that you're the world's most stubborn man, brother dearest." A voce came from behind Lorelle.
Lorelle turned to see that both her parents were up and her mother had changed back to her true form.
Althalus looked at the man with respect. "Deiwos." He said, bowing slightly.
"Althalus." Deiwos replied, he too bowing slightly to the man who loved his sister even more than he did.
Lorelle and Dweia both laughed at the two men, both two stubborn to admit that they liked each other.
Lorelle turned sad eyes towards the God Deiwos. "Uncle, we have to get going if I am to see this world before Daddy locks me back up in the House."
Deiwos nodded as he gently placed a kiss on his niece's cheek. "Take care Lorelle." He said, hugging her close. He grinned at his sister and bowed to Althalus before continuing on his walk.