"More than slightly annoyed, I am." Liney said tapping her foot on a rock
that actually turned out to be Cleon's head. "And now wondering why your
head is under my foot, Cleon, you moron, I am."
"Highly annoyed, I am." Kathryn said. "Plus, also, thinking that Cleon is insane, I am."
"More annoyed and thinking that Cleon is devoid of all sanity than both of you put together so ha, ha, I am."
"Drop dead sexy and unconcerned, I am." Gregory said ruffling his hair in what he though was a seductive way.
"Not completely insane, I am!" Said Cleon, pouting, and writing banana in the dirt with his finger.
"I'm leaving." Numair sighed. "You all give me the heebie-jeebies."
"I'm hungry." Neal said, standing up to follow Numair. "Do you have anything to eat? Do you, Numy, huh, huh? Do you?"
Numair glared at Neal and said in a slow but poisonous tone, "Do you wish to be an apple, orange or cherry tree, Master Nealan?"
Neal tried to laugh but it came out a hoarse cough. "You aren't serious are you? I'm your friend, Numnums! Remember?"
Numair snarled. "If it didn't cause some tree in another part of the realm to become a human-"
Liney had a strange mental image of a naked man running through a city waving tree branches around.
"-I would." Numair finished.
"If you need me I'll be bashing my head in with a rock, hoping for amnesia. And I'll be doing this...over there." Liney said pointing to the opposite end of the clearing.
"Why would you want that?" Asked Gregory. "I don't-oh. You just don't like me, that's it? Isn't it?"
"You smell kinda bad." Kathryn said.
"Well, we all do!" Gregory cried, throwing his hands up. "None of us have bathed in, like, five days!"
"Serious?" Asked Marc. "That's a record I think."
"You really have no life, do you, Marc?" Liney asked narrowing her eyes at him.
"Kathryn, Marc," George said, walking up to them and interrupting their lovely little conversation. "I hope you aren't trying for amnesia, too, because I'm sending you in there."
"You're not serious?" Marc cried, his voice cracking when he said 'serious'.
"Finally hit puberty, have we?" Kathryn asked shooting Marc an amused glare. "Good on you, chum."
"I'll have you know that I'm fifteen years old." Marc pouted. "I crossed that bridge awhile ago, thank you. I'm just excited, is all."
Numair rushed by, followed by Neal. Both of them looked worried.
"What's the matter?" George asked.
"Somebody on your side's hurt really badly." Neal said. "I don't know who, I just know somebody is. I don't know how either."
"Wow." Gregory said. "How do you know?"
"He just said he doesn't know how." George said.
"He probably smelled it." Kathryn said. "He does kinda have a big nose."
"But I thought people could only smell big smells." Said Liney. "Like flowers and dinner and major B.O."
"Um, I, well, that's right, Liney." Numair said. "But I have the Gift remember. And it alerts me of things like this. Yeah that's it. And I do not have a big nose."
"Yes you do." Kathryn retorted. "That's final!"
"Damn it!" Yelled Marc. "It looks like we aren't going to get to fight after all. They're all coming back."
"They're not running, though, so we must have won!" Gregory said clapping his hand and doing a little victory dance around Neal and Numair.
"I'm going to set up be that stream." Neal said, pointing. "Sent the sick people over to me. Also send me a messenger to say how many are sick." With that he hurried off to clear a spot of rubble, rocks and sticks so he could work there.
Alanna came forward, still on Dusk. Neither of them looked to be in any great harm but Dusk had a gash on his muzzle and Alanna's leg was cut from her ankle to her knee through her breeches.
"We've won." She said meekly.
"And yet you don't look overjoyed." Numair said as George helped his wife down from her mount.
"When the fighting got to where the archers and sling-shooters were, well, you know how it's hard to fight at close range with those weapons-" Alanna broke off to take a few racking breaths, "They didn't turn out immaculate."
"Deaths?" George managed to croak.
"None." Alanna said grimly. "Yet. Kate's the worst off; she was practically scalped by a rider with an axe. She's out cold. Olivia's pretty bad, too. She's got a huge chunk out of her shoulder. Also unconscious from blood-loss, but I tell you, she was fighting until she fell over."
Raoul followed, carrying Kaitlin. "And Kaitlin fainted, too."
"What happened to her?" Numair asked, concerned. "Why did she faint?"
"Don't worry, Numair," Raganas, patting his head from on top of her horse. "She's not hurt, bad."
Buri smiled. "She's just not cut out for war." She said. "Let's leave it at that."
Samkin smirked. "She freaked out when Olivia's arm spewed blood and fainted. It was pretty cool, though. She did completely clobber a soldier with her head when she slumped over."
"That's cool?" Asked Rosefyre, sticking out her tongue in disgust and sitting down nimbly and trying to stop her knee flowing blood.
Liney remembered something as she watched redness flow out of Rosefyre's joint and soak the piece of cloth she was holding to it. "Who's injured, raise your hand. Raise it high." Liney said.
Rosefyre, Diana, Maria, Krizsta, Lady Light and Caprice raised their hands. Diana, with some help from Krizsta because both of her arms where completely covered in gashes.
Liney counted. "That's seven. Plus Kaitlin, Kate and Olivia. Nine." She hurried off to report to Neal.
"Where's she hurrying off to?" Asked Maria.
"How would I know?" Peter asked. "She's a strange one."
"Don't insult her!" Gregory snarled. "She's smarter than you."
"Oh!" Peter said in a mocking tone. "Gregory's got himself a girlfriend!"
"That's a bad thing?" Asked Samkin.
Meanwhile, Liney had reached Neal and was gasping for breath while sitting on the ground with a particularly sharp rock sticking into her thigh. She stopped panting, picked up the rock and chucked it at Neal for no apparent reason.
"Ow!" Neal cried, massaging his chest where the rock had hit him. "Why did you do that?"
"No reason." Liney said. "You were just getting on my nerves."
"Great, thanks, Liney." Neal said sarcastically.
"You're very welcome."
"Yeah, whatever." Neal said. "How many were injured?"
"There were, um, wait, don't tell me." Liney paused. What's the stupid number, she thought. What the hell is it?
"Be right back." She told Neal and started to run back across to the gathering of people. She stopped, though, halfway there and turned around remembering "nine." She hurried back to Neal and said, "Nine!"
"Thank you." Neal said, laying out the exact number of herbs he would need to assist each of the people in getting over their injuries.
"Yeah, only that's a hard number to remember, Nealan." Liney said, putting her hands on her hips. "On account of I keep forgetting the nine."
"Yes, of course." Neal said waving Liney off with a gesture of his hand. "Could you send them over, on horses maybe."
"You still haven't said the magic word." Liney said, still pouting.
"Please?"
"No!" Liney exclaimed. "That's such a boring word. Why would I pick that? I was thinking more along the lines of 'Argiviki.'"
"Is that a real word?" Neal asked. "Never mind. Just go get them."
"Fine, fine Mister Pushy-Pants." Liney said, stalking away.
Kel sighed. What was taking Liney so long? It was barely thirty yards to where Neal was. "Hey, Neal!" She yelled, hands cupped around her mouth. "Why're you taking so long?"
"Sorry!" Neal shouted back.
"Stop screaming!" Lady Light screamed. "It's impolite!"
"I was just trying to tell Neal that we caught a prisoner." Kel Bellowed.
"What's her name, again?" Asked Maria. "Did she say?"
"Isn't it Cass?" Asked Krizsta, holding her bleeding head in one of her hands. "I'm afraid I'm not quite sure, though. Head injures really don't help one's memory."
"No, no." Daine said. "Her name's Cat."
~*~
Maddy, Meron, Cat and Nell arrived at an old oak door covered in gold designs. Cat and Nell looked nervous and Meron was just as equally fidgety. Maddy, however, was entranced by the gold designs on the door.
"Shiny." Maddy murmured. "I like the shiny."
Nell leaned forward to knock on the door. "You're a strange one, Maddy. I'm sorry that Jillian's going to have to kill you."
"I she doesn't blow you up with all the magic she's gained." Cat said, flinching.
A woman opened the door slowly. "Hello there, Cat, Nell." She said. "And hello to our two very special guests." She turned back to Cat and Nell. "I'll only need one of you. Cat, go back and help the Bryan with the enemies."
"Well, you see, the think about Bryan-" Cat started.
"I didn't ask for an explination." Jillian said, smiling sweetly. "Just go!"
Cat turned around and scurried out the door as fast as she could. She closed the door behind her and could be heard running down the hall.
"How are you two?" Jillian asked Meron and Maddy.
"Good," said Maddy. "Except maybe you're going to explode us. Which wouldn't be very good, I don't think."
Jillian laughed and shot a glare at Nell, who cowered. "You're not going to explode! Why would you think that?" She continued to glare at Nell, who was making herself as small as possible without actually curling into a ball.
"You're not going to hurt us?" Meron asked. "That's a relief. We were told that you were going to torture us."
"Well, I'm not." Jillian said.
"Great!" Maddy said. "We'll just be leaving then."
"I don't think you will be." Jillian said. She said a word not in any language and fuchsia flames sprouted by the doorway, licking the door, but not causing it to catch flame.
"But you're not going to do anything to us!" Meron exclaimed. "So why stay?"
"Yeah!" Maddy said, agreeing. "What's the point of it anyway."
Jillian smiled. "I'm not going to hurt you." She said.
"Yeah, except you've already told us that detail." Maddy said, tapping her foot.
"As long as you answer my questions." Jillian finished, grinning from ear to ear.
~*~
Looky there, a cliffy. That is because I only got SEVEN MEASLY REVIEWS! *Fumes* Thank you very much to those who did review. And they are:
Hyacinth-You'll have a personality soon enough...And a quite important part, if I do say so myself. And I do. So there!
LadyKnight-Why that's me! Wow!
Dusthorsie-Thankies, muchas!
Silver Dagger-*Points and laughs* Liney's a knitter! Liney's knitter! Hehe, JK.
Raganas-I know! I know! I sorry. *Big puppy eyes* And actually it's Samkim, I do believe. I think. I love those books.
Rosefyre-I will finish this, even if only for myself. I'm dedicatedly cool that way. Haha!
Chavi West-Wind-I didn't steal him! *Shoves Inu in the closet* Of course I didn't!
Hehe! Anyway, I'm hoping for substantially more reviews this time, thank you! Feh! Oh yeah, and I hope you enjoyed it, too.
Luv,
LadyKnight
P.S. I will soon be changing my pen name to Insane Kitten. Be ready, ya'll.
"Highly annoyed, I am." Kathryn said. "Plus, also, thinking that Cleon is insane, I am."
"More annoyed and thinking that Cleon is devoid of all sanity than both of you put together so ha, ha, I am."
"Drop dead sexy and unconcerned, I am." Gregory said ruffling his hair in what he though was a seductive way.
"Not completely insane, I am!" Said Cleon, pouting, and writing banana in the dirt with his finger.
"I'm leaving." Numair sighed. "You all give me the heebie-jeebies."
"I'm hungry." Neal said, standing up to follow Numair. "Do you have anything to eat? Do you, Numy, huh, huh? Do you?"
Numair glared at Neal and said in a slow but poisonous tone, "Do you wish to be an apple, orange or cherry tree, Master Nealan?"
Neal tried to laugh but it came out a hoarse cough. "You aren't serious are you? I'm your friend, Numnums! Remember?"
Numair snarled. "If it didn't cause some tree in another part of the realm to become a human-"
Liney had a strange mental image of a naked man running through a city waving tree branches around.
"-I would." Numair finished.
"If you need me I'll be bashing my head in with a rock, hoping for amnesia. And I'll be doing this...over there." Liney said pointing to the opposite end of the clearing.
"Why would you want that?" Asked Gregory. "I don't-oh. You just don't like me, that's it? Isn't it?"
"You smell kinda bad." Kathryn said.
"Well, we all do!" Gregory cried, throwing his hands up. "None of us have bathed in, like, five days!"
"Serious?" Asked Marc. "That's a record I think."
"You really have no life, do you, Marc?" Liney asked narrowing her eyes at him.
"Kathryn, Marc," George said, walking up to them and interrupting their lovely little conversation. "I hope you aren't trying for amnesia, too, because I'm sending you in there."
"You're not serious?" Marc cried, his voice cracking when he said 'serious'.
"Finally hit puberty, have we?" Kathryn asked shooting Marc an amused glare. "Good on you, chum."
"I'll have you know that I'm fifteen years old." Marc pouted. "I crossed that bridge awhile ago, thank you. I'm just excited, is all."
Numair rushed by, followed by Neal. Both of them looked worried.
"What's the matter?" George asked.
"Somebody on your side's hurt really badly." Neal said. "I don't know who, I just know somebody is. I don't know how either."
"Wow." Gregory said. "How do you know?"
"He just said he doesn't know how." George said.
"He probably smelled it." Kathryn said. "He does kinda have a big nose."
"But I thought people could only smell big smells." Said Liney. "Like flowers and dinner and major B.O."
"Um, I, well, that's right, Liney." Numair said. "But I have the Gift remember. And it alerts me of things like this. Yeah that's it. And I do not have a big nose."
"Yes you do." Kathryn retorted. "That's final!"
"Damn it!" Yelled Marc. "It looks like we aren't going to get to fight after all. They're all coming back."
"They're not running, though, so we must have won!" Gregory said clapping his hand and doing a little victory dance around Neal and Numair.
"I'm going to set up be that stream." Neal said, pointing. "Sent the sick people over to me. Also send me a messenger to say how many are sick." With that he hurried off to clear a spot of rubble, rocks and sticks so he could work there.
Alanna came forward, still on Dusk. Neither of them looked to be in any great harm but Dusk had a gash on his muzzle and Alanna's leg was cut from her ankle to her knee through her breeches.
"We've won." She said meekly.
"And yet you don't look overjoyed." Numair said as George helped his wife down from her mount.
"When the fighting got to where the archers and sling-shooters were, well, you know how it's hard to fight at close range with those weapons-" Alanna broke off to take a few racking breaths, "They didn't turn out immaculate."
"Deaths?" George managed to croak.
"None." Alanna said grimly. "Yet. Kate's the worst off; she was practically scalped by a rider with an axe. She's out cold. Olivia's pretty bad, too. She's got a huge chunk out of her shoulder. Also unconscious from blood-loss, but I tell you, she was fighting until she fell over."
Raoul followed, carrying Kaitlin. "And Kaitlin fainted, too."
"What happened to her?" Numair asked, concerned. "Why did she faint?"
"Don't worry, Numair," Raganas, patting his head from on top of her horse. "She's not hurt, bad."
Buri smiled. "She's just not cut out for war." She said. "Let's leave it at that."
Samkin smirked. "She freaked out when Olivia's arm spewed blood and fainted. It was pretty cool, though. She did completely clobber a soldier with her head when she slumped over."
"That's cool?" Asked Rosefyre, sticking out her tongue in disgust and sitting down nimbly and trying to stop her knee flowing blood.
Liney remembered something as she watched redness flow out of Rosefyre's joint and soak the piece of cloth she was holding to it. "Who's injured, raise your hand. Raise it high." Liney said.
Rosefyre, Diana, Maria, Krizsta, Lady Light and Caprice raised their hands. Diana, with some help from Krizsta because both of her arms where completely covered in gashes.
Liney counted. "That's seven. Plus Kaitlin, Kate and Olivia. Nine." She hurried off to report to Neal.
"Where's she hurrying off to?" Asked Maria.
"How would I know?" Peter asked. "She's a strange one."
"Don't insult her!" Gregory snarled. "She's smarter than you."
"Oh!" Peter said in a mocking tone. "Gregory's got himself a girlfriend!"
"That's a bad thing?" Asked Samkin.
Meanwhile, Liney had reached Neal and was gasping for breath while sitting on the ground with a particularly sharp rock sticking into her thigh. She stopped panting, picked up the rock and chucked it at Neal for no apparent reason.
"Ow!" Neal cried, massaging his chest where the rock had hit him. "Why did you do that?"
"No reason." Liney said. "You were just getting on my nerves."
"Great, thanks, Liney." Neal said sarcastically.
"You're very welcome."
"Yeah, whatever." Neal said. "How many were injured?"
"There were, um, wait, don't tell me." Liney paused. What's the stupid number, she thought. What the hell is it?
"Be right back." She told Neal and started to run back across to the gathering of people. She stopped, though, halfway there and turned around remembering "nine." She hurried back to Neal and said, "Nine!"
"Thank you." Neal said, laying out the exact number of herbs he would need to assist each of the people in getting over their injuries.
"Yeah, only that's a hard number to remember, Nealan." Liney said, putting her hands on her hips. "On account of I keep forgetting the nine."
"Yes, of course." Neal said waving Liney off with a gesture of his hand. "Could you send them over, on horses maybe."
"You still haven't said the magic word." Liney said, still pouting.
"Please?"
"No!" Liney exclaimed. "That's such a boring word. Why would I pick that? I was thinking more along the lines of 'Argiviki.'"
"Is that a real word?" Neal asked. "Never mind. Just go get them."
"Fine, fine Mister Pushy-Pants." Liney said, stalking away.
Kel sighed. What was taking Liney so long? It was barely thirty yards to where Neal was. "Hey, Neal!" She yelled, hands cupped around her mouth. "Why're you taking so long?"
"Sorry!" Neal shouted back.
"Stop screaming!" Lady Light screamed. "It's impolite!"
"I was just trying to tell Neal that we caught a prisoner." Kel Bellowed.
"What's her name, again?" Asked Maria. "Did she say?"
"Isn't it Cass?" Asked Krizsta, holding her bleeding head in one of her hands. "I'm afraid I'm not quite sure, though. Head injures really don't help one's memory."
"No, no." Daine said. "Her name's Cat."
~*~
Maddy, Meron, Cat and Nell arrived at an old oak door covered in gold designs. Cat and Nell looked nervous and Meron was just as equally fidgety. Maddy, however, was entranced by the gold designs on the door.
"Shiny." Maddy murmured. "I like the shiny."
Nell leaned forward to knock on the door. "You're a strange one, Maddy. I'm sorry that Jillian's going to have to kill you."
"I she doesn't blow you up with all the magic she's gained." Cat said, flinching.
A woman opened the door slowly. "Hello there, Cat, Nell." She said. "And hello to our two very special guests." She turned back to Cat and Nell. "I'll only need one of you. Cat, go back and help the Bryan with the enemies."
"Well, you see, the think about Bryan-" Cat started.
"I didn't ask for an explination." Jillian said, smiling sweetly. "Just go!"
Cat turned around and scurried out the door as fast as she could. She closed the door behind her and could be heard running down the hall.
"How are you two?" Jillian asked Meron and Maddy.
"Good," said Maddy. "Except maybe you're going to explode us. Which wouldn't be very good, I don't think."
Jillian laughed and shot a glare at Nell, who cowered. "You're not going to explode! Why would you think that?" She continued to glare at Nell, who was making herself as small as possible without actually curling into a ball.
"You're not going to hurt us?" Meron asked. "That's a relief. We were told that you were going to torture us."
"Well, I'm not." Jillian said.
"Great!" Maddy said. "We'll just be leaving then."
"I don't think you will be." Jillian said. She said a word not in any language and fuchsia flames sprouted by the doorway, licking the door, but not causing it to catch flame.
"But you're not going to do anything to us!" Meron exclaimed. "So why stay?"
"Yeah!" Maddy said, agreeing. "What's the point of it anyway."
Jillian smiled. "I'm not going to hurt you." She said.
"Yeah, except you've already told us that detail." Maddy said, tapping her foot.
"As long as you answer my questions." Jillian finished, grinning from ear to ear.
~*~
Looky there, a cliffy. That is because I only got SEVEN MEASLY REVIEWS! *Fumes* Thank you very much to those who did review. And they are:
Hyacinth-You'll have a personality soon enough...And a quite important part, if I do say so myself. And I do. So there!
LadyKnight-Why that's me! Wow!
Dusthorsie-Thankies, muchas!
Silver Dagger-*Points and laughs* Liney's a knitter! Liney's knitter! Hehe, JK.
Raganas-I know! I know! I sorry. *Big puppy eyes* And actually it's Samkim, I do believe. I think. I love those books.
Rosefyre-I will finish this, even if only for myself. I'm dedicatedly cool that way. Haha!
Chavi West-Wind-I didn't steal him! *Shoves Inu in the closet* Of course I didn't!
Hehe! Anyway, I'm hoping for substantially more reviews this time, thank you! Feh! Oh yeah, and I hope you enjoyed it, too.
Luv,
LadyKnight
P.S. I will soon be changing my pen name to Insane Kitten. Be ready, ya'll.