CH4
"If we travel all night once per week at least, we should be able to get to Seyruun in three weeks instead of four," Zelgadis stated and sipped his coffee, eyes staring at the rough wood of the table.
Lina forced herself not to scowl, doing so would have made her stomach turn and all the good food she just ate would just sit in her gut like a pile of rocks. The thought of losing sleep over the whole thing wasn't her idea of fun, that's for sure. But if it would help Zelgadis somehow, then she knew she had to do it. Sometimes.. being friends with him was a lot of work!
Zel lifted his icy blue eyes and gazed at Lina for a moment, then went back to his coffee. "If you don't want to, fine. I could get there much faster on my own-"
WHAM!
Zelgadis jerked back and looked up to find Lina standing, her chair knocked backwards and fist on the table. "You're NOT going alone!" she snapped, then seemed to calm down somewhat, picking up her chair and flopping into it.
"I don't LIKE the idea of traveling all night, but if that's what we have to do to get there faster, fine," she casually flipped her hair back from her face.
The chimera sighed heavily, taking another sip of his coffee- hiding his smile behind the mug.
***
Amelia strolled down the halls casually, her light pink skirts rustling with every step. A flicker of movement caught her eye, causing her to look that direction. She was only fast enough to see a floppy night-gown clad back slide into a room and shut the door.
Slowly, Amelia blinked. "How'd SHE get in the palace.. I swear I've never seen her before- except for in that clearing..." Turning towards the door, she crept carefully towards it and pressed her ear against the wood.
"Where is it!" crashes and thumps came from within, as well as the enraged voice of the tormented girl. "Where IS it!"
Cautiously, the princess opened the door to the room and peeked in, finding the sitting room of one of the guest suites. The room in a wreck, books torn off shelves, pages ripped from them, the cushions of the furniture shredded, and the crazy girl wrestling with a pillow. Finally the seams of the pillow gave way and feathers puffed out onto the expensive throw rug.
Forcing herself to remain calm, Amelia stepped in and closed the door behind her. "What are you looking for?" she asked gently. "Maybe I can help you find it?"
The girl rounded on Amelia, her eyes wild, somewhat long hair cut badly, unwashed and unbrushed. "It's MINE! You can't have it!"
Shaking her head, the princess stayed where she was, "What's your name? I'm Amelia."
"Ailema," the girl said in an almost hissing tone of voice.
Amelia swallowed, "Your name is Ailema? It's.. a pretty name."
The girl laughed maniacally and ran into the bedroom of the suit and was out on the balcony before Amelia could even get to the door of the room. Over the edge of the balcony the girl went, and disappeared into the shadows of the garden. "What a weird girl..." Returning to the sitting room of the suit, Amelia looked over the mess. "I suppose I could clean it up... How did she get into the palace anyway?"
***
He sprawled silently on his throne, mouth pressed against the palm of one hand, elbow resting on the arm of the stone chair. He didn't like it, not in the least, but it had to be done in order to survive.
"Where is she now?" he asked finally, his voice echoing though the huge stone room, his breath misting in the cold air.
The air ripped and the figure that emerged went to their knees, light blue hair tied into a long braid falling across one shoulder, eyes shadowed for the moment. "She is making her way towards Seyruun, Master, currently she is near Two Springs."
The man shifted, sitting up somewhat, "Why?" he asked, cold eyes focusing on the woman who kneeled before him.
She smirked ever so lightly in response, "To visit a friend, My Lord, Amelia Wil Tessa De Seyruun."
An abrupt nod, then the man stood, his black cloak and robes rustling with the movement. "Then I will take this time to pay my respects to the Dramatta."
"Yes My Lord," the woman replied and disappeared. A moment after, he too seemed to snap out of existence, though it seemed he did so reluctantly.
***
Zalas's eyes narrowed, "Where are you going, dear brother..." she murmured to herself as she listened to the echoes of the Astral plane. "Do you really think you could move without anyone noticing? You haven't moved for centuries. Why now? What has gotten you so interested.."
She smiled, one hand lifting to remove the cigarette from her mouth and blow smoke towards her general and priest who kneeled before her. "Follow him," she stated casually, flicking the ash off to the side.
"Yes, Lady." Without waiting for another word, Xelloss disappeared.
Another more wicked smile came to her lips and she took a slow drag on the cigarette. "Dear, dear brother.. you may have set things in motion. Can you keep up? Or will you be swept away by the current? You never did like change much, did you?" with that, she gave a throaty laugh.
***
"If we travel all night once per week at least, we should be able to get to Seyruun in three weeks instead of four," Zelgadis stated and sipped his coffee, eyes staring at the rough wood of the table.
Lina forced herself not to scowl, doing so would have made her stomach turn and all the good food she just ate would just sit in her gut like a pile of rocks. The thought of losing sleep over the whole thing wasn't her idea of fun, that's for sure. But if it would help Zelgadis somehow, then she knew she had to do it. Sometimes.. being friends with him was a lot of work!
Zel lifted his icy blue eyes and gazed at Lina for a moment, then went back to his coffee. "If you don't want to, fine. I could get there much faster on my own-"
WHAM!
Zelgadis jerked back and looked up to find Lina standing, her chair knocked backwards and fist on the table. "You're NOT going alone!" she snapped, then seemed to calm down somewhat, picking up her chair and flopping into it.
"I don't LIKE the idea of traveling all night, but if that's what we have to do to get there faster, fine," she casually flipped her hair back from her face.
The chimera sighed heavily, taking another sip of his coffee- hiding his smile behind the mug.
***
Amelia strolled down the halls casually, her light pink skirts rustling with every step. A flicker of movement caught her eye, causing her to look that direction. She was only fast enough to see a floppy night-gown clad back slide into a room and shut the door.
Slowly, Amelia blinked. "How'd SHE get in the palace.. I swear I've never seen her before- except for in that clearing..." Turning towards the door, she crept carefully towards it and pressed her ear against the wood.
"Where is it!" crashes and thumps came from within, as well as the enraged voice of the tormented girl. "Where IS it!"
Cautiously, the princess opened the door to the room and peeked in, finding the sitting room of one of the guest suites. The room in a wreck, books torn off shelves, pages ripped from them, the cushions of the furniture shredded, and the crazy girl wrestling with a pillow. Finally the seams of the pillow gave way and feathers puffed out onto the expensive throw rug.
Forcing herself to remain calm, Amelia stepped in and closed the door behind her. "What are you looking for?" she asked gently. "Maybe I can help you find it?"
The girl rounded on Amelia, her eyes wild, somewhat long hair cut badly, unwashed and unbrushed. "It's MINE! You can't have it!"
Shaking her head, the princess stayed where she was, "What's your name? I'm Amelia."
"Ailema," the girl said in an almost hissing tone of voice.
Amelia swallowed, "Your name is Ailema? It's.. a pretty name."
The girl laughed maniacally and ran into the bedroom of the suit and was out on the balcony before Amelia could even get to the door of the room. Over the edge of the balcony the girl went, and disappeared into the shadows of the garden. "What a weird girl..." Returning to the sitting room of the suit, Amelia looked over the mess. "I suppose I could clean it up... How did she get into the palace anyway?"
***
He sprawled silently on his throne, mouth pressed against the palm of one hand, elbow resting on the arm of the stone chair. He didn't like it, not in the least, but it had to be done in order to survive.
"Where is she now?" he asked finally, his voice echoing though the huge stone room, his breath misting in the cold air.
The air ripped and the figure that emerged went to their knees, light blue hair tied into a long braid falling across one shoulder, eyes shadowed for the moment. "She is making her way towards Seyruun, Master, currently she is near Two Springs."
The man shifted, sitting up somewhat, "Why?" he asked, cold eyes focusing on the woman who kneeled before him.
She smirked ever so lightly in response, "To visit a friend, My Lord, Amelia Wil Tessa De Seyruun."
An abrupt nod, then the man stood, his black cloak and robes rustling with the movement. "Then I will take this time to pay my respects to the Dramatta."
"Yes My Lord," the woman replied and disappeared. A moment after, he too seemed to snap out of existence, though it seemed he did so reluctantly.
***
Zalas's eyes narrowed, "Where are you going, dear brother..." she murmured to herself as she listened to the echoes of the Astral plane. "Do you really think you could move without anyone noticing? You haven't moved for centuries. Why now? What has gotten you so interested.."
She smiled, one hand lifting to remove the cigarette from her mouth and blow smoke towards her general and priest who kneeled before her. "Follow him," she stated casually, flicking the ash off to the side.
"Yes, Lady." Without waiting for another word, Xelloss disappeared.
Another more wicked smile came to her lips and she took a slow drag on the cigarette. "Dear, dear brother.. you may have set things in motion. Can you keep up? Or will you be swept away by the current? You never did like change much, did you?" with that, she gave a throaty laugh.
***