~Whee!! Stupifingly long chappy! ^Eats pretzelz^~
Chapter 3
The dark faerie jumped when the red Eyrie kitten had fallen to the ground. "What in the. . .?!" He ((author's note: Yes HE! It's a male faerie!! They exist!)) approached it, and poked it with a stick. "Is it dead, Jhalin?" A fire faerie peered around his shoulder.
"I don't think so." Jhalin shrugged, and went back to the fire, dropping the stick.
"What are you doing? We can't just leave it here!" protested the fire faerie, whose name was Syphin.
"Who says?"
"I say!"
The dark faerie grunted annoyedly. "Well whadda want me to do, skin it and make a coat out of its fur?"
"Sicko," mumbled Syphin. She kneeled over the kit. "As soon as it's light, I'm taking it back to Faerieland." Jhalin almost fell over.
"Whaa?!"
Suddenly the red kit began to stir. "Uh-oh. Jhalin! Gimme some of your sleeping powder!"
"Whatever. . ." muttered Jhalin, unhooking a small pouch from his side and chucking it at Syphin. She opened the packet and sprinkled a small portion of the grainy black stuff over the kit's head. It fell asleep again almost immediately.
"Fyora?" The Faerie Queen looked up.
"Yes?"
Syphin slipped inside the door to the Hidden Tower, Jhalin reluctantly following behind. In his arms he held the Eyrie kit. Fyora peered around Syphin. "What've you got there?"
The kit was still asleep. Fyora put down the Portable Kiln she was examining and went over. One delicate hand traced over the Eyrie's soft, crimson head. At the Faerie Queen's touch, the kit began to rouse. She shook herself slightly and looked up at her, fear in her eyes. With one glance of her new surroundings, she bit into Jhalin's arm. "Oooowww!!" yelped the dark faerie, dropping her. Scrambling to her feet and scratching Fyora's floor, she skittered to a corner and cowered there, her head down and beak open wide, shivering.
"Stupid Eyrie," muttered Jhalin, holding his arm. Syphin watched the Eyrie with interest.
"It's scared." She got as close to the Eyrie as she felt comfortably safe doing, and crouched down. "Hey, little one." The kit rasped deep in her throat at her. "Do you have a name?" The kit made no sign of understanding what she said.
"It's probably from one of those ancient Eyrie tribes or something." Syphin glanced inquisitively at Jhalin, who shrugged. "Neopian Planet. One of those species TV special things."
Fyora brightened. "That would account for why she doesn't understand us." Fyora crouched down by Syphin. "Syphin? Attract her attention, please."
"Um. . .okay. Kit? Kitten. . ." The kit rasped at her, turning her whole body towards her. Taking advantage of the kit's momentary distraction, Fyora reached out and put one hand on her head. The kit twisted around for an attack, but was almost immediately calmed by the Faerie Queen's touch. A tingling ran through her whole body. When Fyora removed her hand, she cocked her head at the faeries curiously.
Syphin smiled. "Hi! I'm Syphin. Do you have a name?" The kit's eyebrows wrinkled, rather surprised she could now comprehend what they were saying, and considered Syphin's question. She shook her head.
"Oh."
Jhalin pushed his way into the conversation. "Hey. . .where are you from?" The kit's ears twitched distressedly. She had no way of relating where she was from, and she was not even sure of the exact name. As she struggled to find a way to communicate, Fyora's smile withered to a concerned frown.
She was slow with her question. "Can you. . .talk?" The kit drooped, and she shook her head. "Ah. Well that clears things up. Do you want to? Talk, I mean."
The kit was slightly taken aback, and nodded furiously. Of course she did! The purple one with the bad attitude, the one she had bit, looked at the lavender one with the pretty dress. "How the heck are you going to do that?"
The one with the pretty dress continued to study her. "If you want to be able to communicate, you must agree to these things." The kit cocked her head again, earsforward and listening.
"First, you must understand that you will not be able to actually talk, but communicate telepathically." The kit gave her a blank stare. "Erm. . .you won't be able to make sounds with your mouth, but you will be able to transmit what you want to say to the minds of others. You'll also be able to understand any language ever created.
"Second, you will not be able to stay up here for more then a week after you become telepathic. If you do, the magic will backfire and disappear." The kit nodded, a smile spreading across her beak. She would be able to talk!
Fyora smiled back, then put one hand on the kit's head and the other on her throat. The kit's instincts commanded her to balk, but she remained still. The Faerie Queen stroked her gently, eyes closed. After a moment, the same tingly feeling she had felt before returned, this time only on her head and neck. When Fyora stepped back to view her handiwork, the kit looked a tad embarrassed. She glanced at Fyora, eyes saying, "How do I do this?"
Fyora laughed slightly and said, "Oh, yeah. Okay, just think of the people you want to communicate with and think whatever you want to say."
A minute later, a musical voice echoed through the minds of everyone in the room. ~Erm. . .hi? Did it work?~
Syphin and Fyora smiled, and even Jhalin looked a bit amused. "It did," said Syphin.
~Oh, wow! Thank you, thank you!! I could never thank you enough. I . . . I don't even really know your names.~ The Eyrie kit looked to Syphin. ~I know that you're . . . Syphin . . . but who are you two?~
Syphin introduced them. "This is Jhalin, my sourpuss of a brother, and this is Fyora, Queen of Faeries." Jhalin glared at her.
Fyora curtsied, then said to the kit, "Now you must tell us a few things. Do you have a name?"
~No. In my tribe, only the strongest and wisest are given names.~
Fyora raised an eyebrow. "In that case, we must give you a name."
"Taciturnitas." All eyes turned to Jhalin. "I read it in a book. It means "silence" in the Ancient Language." He shrugged. "Seems fitting to me."
"Taciturnitas." Fyora smiled her beautiful, gentle smile again. "Do you like that, kit?"
~Yes. . .I do,~ Taciturnitas said, her head bowed. ~Th-thank you, Jhalin.~
"Good. Now, Taciturnitas, can you tell us where you came from?"
Taciturnitas ((I'm going to call her Tak for the sake of my fingers)) related the name of her tribe, and its locale, in the Haunted Woods. She then told of her story about how Von Roo had tried to catch her, and her escape. After that Syphin and Jhalin told her how they had found her and taken her back to Faerieland.
Fyora seemed pleased. "This is all very well. Syphin, Jhalin, would you be interested in training this young Eyrie?" Syphin, Jhalin, and Taciturnitas all opened their eyes in surprise.
"Training, Fyora?" said Syphin.
Fyora looked impatient. "Taciturnitas has been secluded from the outside world all of her life. If you'll excuse me from saying so, Tak, she has no clue how to act around other Neopians, and with good reason, if what she says is true. It would greatly please me if you and your brother would train her in modern life and fighting."
~Fighting, Fyora?~
Fyora kneeled down beside Tak, taking her crimson head in her hands. "Yes, Taciturnitas. I see great obstacles in your path, powerful ones, that you must overcome."
~How do you see these things?~
"That is not for you to understand, my dear."
~Oh. . .Fyora, would you grant me a favor?~
"If it is within my power to fulfill."
~Do you have any food? I'm hungry.~
~^Falls over^ Tak likes to eat. A lot. Next chappy coming!~
Chapter 3
The dark faerie jumped when the red Eyrie kitten had fallen to the ground. "What in the. . .?!" He ((author's note: Yes HE! It's a male faerie!! They exist!)) approached it, and poked it with a stick. "Is it dead, Jhalin?" A fire faerie peered around his shoulder.
"I don't think so." Jhalin shrugged, and went back to the fire, dropping the stick.
"What are you doing? We can't just leave it here!" protested the fire faerie, whose name was Syphin.
"Who says?"
"I say!"
The dark faerie grunted annoyedly. "Well whadda want me to do, skin it and make a coat out of its fur?"
"Sicko," mumbled Syphin. She kneeled over the kit. "As soon as it's light, I'm taking it back to Faerieland." Jhalin almost fell over.
"Whaa?!"
Suddenly the red kit began to stir. "Uh-oh. Jhalin! Gimme some of your sleeping powder!"
"Whatever. . ." muttered Jhalin, unhooking a small pouch from his side and chucking it at Syphin. She opened the packet and sprinkled a small portion of the grainy black stuff over the kit's head. It fell asleep again almost immediately.
"Fyora?" The Faerie Queen looked up.
"Yes?"
Syphin slipped inside the door to the Hidden Tower, Jhalin reluctantly following behind. In his arms he held the Eyrie kit. Fyora peered around Syphin. "What've you got there?"
The kit was still asleep. Fyora put down the Portable Kiln she was examining and went over. One delicate hand traced over the Eyrie's soft, crimson head. At the Faerie Queen's touch, the kit began to rouse. She shook herself slightly and looked up at her, fear in her eyes. With one glance of her new surroundings, she bit into Jhalin's arm. "Oooowww!!" yelped the dark faerie, dropping her. Scrambling to her feet and scratching Fyora's floor, she skittered to a corner and cowered there, her head down and beak open wide, shivering.
"Stupid Eyrie," muttered Jhalin, holding his arm. Syphin watched the Eyrie with interest.
"It's scared." She got as close to the Eyrie as she felt comfortably safe doing, and crouched down. "Hey, little one." The kit rasped deep in her throat at her. "Do you have a name?" The kit made no sign of understanding what she said.
"It's probably from one of those ancient Eyrie tribes or something." Syphin glanced inquisitively at Jhalin, who shrugged. "Neopian Planet. One of those species TV special things."
Fyora brightened. "That would account for why she doesn't understand us." Fyora crouched down by Syphin. "Syphin? Attract her attention, please."
"Um. . .okay. Kit? Kitten. . ." The kit rasped at her, turning her whole body towards her. Taking advantage of the kit's momentary distraction, Fyora reached out and put one hand on her head. The kit twisted around for an attack, but was almost immediately calmed by the Faerie Queen's touch. A tingling ran through her whole body. When Fyora removed her hand, she cocked her head at the faeries curiously.
Syphin smiled. "Hi! I'm Syphin. Do you have a name?" The kit's eyebrows wrinkled, rather surprised she could now comprehend what they were saying, and considered Syphin's question. She shook her head.
"Oh."
Jhalin pushed his way into the conversation. "Hey. . .where are you from?" The kit's ears twitched distressedly. She had no way of relating where she was from, and she was not even sure of the exact name. As she struggled to find a way to communicate, Fyora's smile withered to a concerned frown.
She was slow with her question. "Can you. . .talk?" The kit drooped, and she shook her head. "Ah. Well that clears things up. Do you want to? Talk, I mean."
The kit was slightly taken aback, and nodded furiously. Of course she did! The purple one with the bad attitude, the one she had bit, looked at the lavender one with the pretty dress. "How the heck are you going to do that?"
The one with the pretty dress continued to study her. "If you want to be able to communicate, you must agree to these things." The kit cocked her head again, earsforward and listening.
"First, you must understand that you will not be able to actually talk, but communicate telepathically." The kit gave her a blank stare. "Erm. . .you won't be able to make sounds with your mouth, but you will be able to transmit what you want to say to the minds of others. You'll also be able to understand any language ever created.
"Second, you will not be able to stay up here for more then a week after you become telepathic. If you do, the magic will backfire and disappear." The kit nodded, a smile spreading across her beak. She would be able to talk!
Fyora smiled back, then put one hand on the kit's head and the other on her throat. The kit's instincts commanded her to balk, but she remained still. The Faerie Queen stroked her gently, eyes closed. After a moment, the same tingly feeling she had felt before returned, this time only on her head and neck. When Fyora stepped back to view her handiwork, the kit looked a tad embarrassed. She glanced at Fyora, eyes saying, "How do I do this?"
Fyora laughed slightly and said, "Oh, yeah. Okay, just think of the people you want to communicate with and think whatever you want to say."
A minute later, a musical voice echoed through the minds of everyone in the room. ~Erm. . .hi? Did it work?~
Syphin and Fyora smiled, and even Jhalin looked a bit amused. "It did," said Syphin.
~Oh, wow! Thank you, thank you!! I could never thank you enough. I . . . I don't even really know your names.~ The Eyrie kit looked to Syphin. ~I know that you're . . . Syphin . . . but who are you two?~
Syphin introduced them. "This is Jhalin, my sourpuss of a brother, and this is Fyora, Queen of Faeries." Jhalin glared at her.
Fyora curtsied, then said to the kit, "Now you must tell us a few things. Do you have a name?"
~No. In my tribe, only the strongest and wisest are given names.~
Fyora raised an eyebrow. "In that case, we must give you a name."
"Taciturnitas." All eyes turned to Jhalin. "I read it in a book. It means "silence" in the Ancient Language." He shrugged. "Seems fitting to me."
"Taciturnitas." Fyora smiled her beautiful, gentle smile again. "Do you like that, kit?"
~Yes. . .I do,~ Taciturnitas said, her head bowed. ~Th-thank you, Jhalin.~
"Good. Now, Taciturnitas, can you tell us where you came from?"
Taciturnitas ((I'm going to call her Tak for the sake of my fingers)) related the name of her tribe, and its locale, in the Haunted Woods. She then told of her story about how Von Roo had tried to catch her, and her escape. After that Syphin and Jhalin told her how they had found her and taken her back to Faerieland.
Fyora seemed pleased. "This is all very well. Syphin, Jhalin, would you be interested in training this young Eyrie?" Syphin, Jhalin, and Taciturnitas all opened their eyes in surprise.
"Training, Fyora?" said Syphin.
Fyora looked impatient. "Taciturnitas has been secluded from the outside world all of her life. If you'll excuse me from saying so, Tak, she has no clue how to act around other Neopians, and with good reason, if what she says is true. It would greatly please me if you and your brother would train her in modern life and fighting."
~Fighting, Fyora?~
Fyora kneeled down beside Tak, taking her crimson head in her hands. "Yes, Taciturnitas. I see great obstacles in your path, powerful ones, that you must overcome."
~How do you see these things?~
"That is not for you to understand, my dear."
~Oh. . .Fyora, would you grant me a favor?~
"If it is within my power to fulfill."
~Do you have any food? I'm hungry.~
~^Falls over^ Tak likes to eat. A lot. Next chappy coming!~