~ Chapter Ten ~
Foreigners
It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Colours emerged as she watched - pink, red, gold. The morning mist, which usually hung about the early sky, was nowhere to be seen. The bright globe rose as she watched. Clouds streaked the sky. a beautiful day was ahead.
Alanna turned away from the magnificent sunrise and made her way down the hill she was standing on. One week ago she had wept on this hill for her Jonathan, and now she was glorifying the beautiful gifts that the Gods had given her and the world. Alanna smiled. She felt that for the first time in years, she was happy to be alive.
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"I see you were up again early this morning, Alanna," Daniella commented at morning breakfast.
"Yeah," Alanna replied. "I watched the sun rise. It was beautiful." She helped herself to some cheese and bread.
Daniella looked at her, her head slightly tilted. "Alanna, you. you're different."
Alanna looked up inquisitively. "Different?" she asked.
"Yes. You've matured a lot. I think - and I know that you don't like to hear this - but I think that Jon being away from you for a while has really helped you grow up."
Alanna made a face. "I haven't 'grown up' at all," she told her friend. "I just - stopped pining for Jon sooner than you would have expected. Everyone thinks I'm just a little girl!" she snapped, her delicate brows crossed.
Daniella laughed. "Not just that. you've become more refined, more - more -" Daniella winced - "Like a lady."
Alanna glared at Daniella, and she flinched. "Well you have!" she cried, exasperated.
Alanna shook her head. "Ridiculous. I still practise with my sword, and I exercise, and wear breeches, and practise my kicks and punches -"
"But it's not that, Alanna," Daniella interrupted. "You speak with a broader vocabulary, you're more - intelligent, I suppose is the word, you listen when people speak to you, and you don't - misbehave - as much as you did at the Convent."
"That's because at the Convent I didn't like anyone -" she smiled, "Except you and Jacqueline - and maybe Emily - you remember her?"
Daniella laughed as they sat at a desolate table. "Emily and Sarah - two troublesome twins. Do you remember that time in embroidery class when we were told to embroider something that reminded us of home?"
"Yes! And what did they both embroider.?"
"You remember, the -"
"Mud cubby!"
"And they used all brown and black threads and Delia of Eldorne complained because there wasn't enough for her to use for her cherry trees or whatever they were."
"Stupid cow," Alanna laughed.
Daniella smiled. "Did you know? The big "Foreigner's Ball" is next week. Heaps of foreigners from countries surrounding Tortall are coming. Also lots of nobles from the outskirts of Tortall."
Alanna raised an eyebrow. "That's a lot of people. When is it?"
"One week, from now. A pretty Monday night, 'twill be," Daniella replied dreamily, thinking of some poem or other that she had read recently.
Alanna smiled, shook her head, and rose from her seating. She waved to Darian, the handsome young knight that was courting Daniella, who was moving over to sit with her. She grinned, and for a brief moment remembered Jon - a tear brimmed her purple eye - but she brushed it away. Jon would return before she knew it, and she planned to use the time while he was gone to enjoy herself!
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Alanna stared at the reflection in the mirror, and pulled a face. The "Grand Foreigner's Ball" was on tonight and she'd been practically ordered to attend by Danielle. It's odd that they'd send Jon away before an important ball, Alanna thought. He really should be here! She tugged at her flowing silver dress once more, and slipped her feet in sparkly silver heels. Tying her mid-waist length hair into a bun, she secured it with a diamond-speckled bun net.
Daniella knocked on their connecting doors. "Are you ready?" she inquired from behind the door.
Alanna sighed. "Yes," she called back gloomily.
Daniella opened the doors and stepped into Alanna's room. "Good," she said.
Alanna gasped. Daniella was dressed in a beautiful dark blue garment that was decorated with dark sapphires and diamonds. The bodice was tight, with thin spaghetti straps. Black threads that held diamonds and sapphires were criss-cross weaved onto it. The skirt was soft and shiny, and it flared out to rest at the tips of her light blue sippers that were encrusted with thinly cut crystals. At the hem of her skirt were tiny diamonds that sparkled when she moved. Her brown hair was half up, half down, and speckled with small diamond and sapphire clasps. At her ears hung sapphire and diamond drops, and her mouth was full, coloured crimson.
"How do I look?" she asked shyly.
"Like - like - like a Goddess," she cried. "When did you get ready? Five hours ago?"
"No, no," Daniella assured her. "Only three."
"How much did that thing cost?" she demanded.
"A lot," Daniella replied.
Alanna shook her head. "Don't try to look too desperate," she drawled sarcastically. Daniella crumpled her thin brow. "Oh, be quiet," she snapped back. "Just because I like to impress people doesn't mean I'm desperate."
Alanna shrugged her pale shoulders. "Whatever you say, Daniella," she told her. "Whatever you say."
Daniella shook her head and walked out of the room, dragging Alanna behind her.
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"But I don't want to be announced," Alanna whined.
"Tough!" Daniella snapped back in a whisper. "Now stop fussing!"
"Lady Delia of Eldorne."
Alanna groaned. "What's she doing here?" she drawled.
"It's a ball for Mithros' sake, Alanna," Daniella told her, as Delia haughtily pushed past them in an emerald green dress.
"Well I hope she trips," Alanna muttered irritably.
"Oh, stop it Alanna!" scolded Daniella.
"Lady Daniella of Turtle Lake."
Daniella slipped in front of the curtain gracefully as the nobles clapped. Alanna peeked cautiously from behind the thick red curtain - she wanted to see who escorted her! Then she grinned - Sir Darian, surprise, surprise.
Then Alanna gulped - Jon was not here! Who would escort her?
"Lady Alanna of Trebond."
Alanna took a deep breath and moved out from behind the curtain. The nobles at the bottom of the stairway clapped politely. Alanna waited for someone to come forward. She could hear Delia sniggering below. She bit her lip slightly, thinking, if no one comes by the time I count to five, I'm descending with or without an escort!
1.2.3.3-and-a-half.Alanna gulped. A young man, with light brown hair stepped onto the staircase and ascended towards Alanna. Alanna stared into his eyes. They were so unlike Jon's - these were brown, and mysterious. They looked like melted chocolate, Alanna thought.
The man extended his hand to Alanna. Alanna took it, and the handsome man kissed it. The two made their way down the long staircase gracefully. At the bottom, Alanna curtsied, her mystery escort bowed.
"Alanna," she whispered.
"Logan," he replied.
Alanna surveyed the tall man thoroughly. He wore a dark grey suit, which complemented her silvery one. He had a certain look on his face - it was quite unreadable, and tanned. She had no idea where on earth he might have come from.
"Let me give you my full title," he said, as if reading her mind. "Sir Logan of D'Eprai from the Yamani Islands."
"You don't look as though you originated there," she replied, without thinking. She put her hand to her mouth - "I'm sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect."
"None taken," he assured her. "Actually, no, I didn't originate from the Islands. My mother was from Carthak, and her mother from Tusaine, my father and his father were both Bazhir. I was born in Tortall, and we moved to the Yamani Islands when I was three. I trained in the Yamani Islands, fighting like the Yamani until I was twelve, when I returned to Tusaine, my Grandmother's home, to train as a knight. Then I returned to the Yamani Islands, and then I came here."
Alanna raised her eyebrows. "Well, you certainly get around."
"Yes," he agreed. "Whereabouts have you been?"
"Trebond, The City of Gods, and Corus," she replied. "I would have loved to go everywhere around the world, especially somewhere like the Roof of the World." "The Roof of the World? You're an adventurer. A woman with spirit, hmm?" he asked her, a sparkle in his eye.
Alanna smiled. "Yes, that's me. Hate dresses and gloves and all that frip- froppy."
Logan grinned, baring white teeth. "I have a sister, Charlotta, who's a bit like you. She trained with me in the Yamani Islands, and when I went to Tusaine she stayed there to continue her training. I saw her a few weeks ago, and she's gained a lot of knowledge."
Alanna smiled. "That's good," she replied. "It's nice to know not all girls are entrapped in this ever-going nightmare of being a lady."
Logan frowned. "That girl over in the emerald doesn't seem to think being a lady is all that bad."
Alanna rolled her eyes. "Well that's Delia - and Lady Delia of Eldorne loves being a stuck up, prissy lady."
"Its sounds as though you don't like her," Logan commented.
"I don't," Alanna replied dryly.
This drew a laugh from Logan. "It seems Miss Delia likes dancing," he commented. "Uh huh," Alanna said. "Especially with ." her voice trailed.
"With -" Logan prompted.
Alanna shook her head. "It doesn't matter," she told him.
"But I have a feeling it does," Logan said.
"Would you stop prying!" snapped Alanna, forgetting herself. "It's a bit private, ok? Do you understand?!"
"I'm sorry," he apologised. "I didn't realise you were -"
"So touchy?" suggested Daniella, who had come to join them. "Relax Alanna. Why don't you dance with Sir."
"Where are my manners?" Logan exclaimed. "Sir Logan of D'Eprai from the Yamani Islands."
Daniella curtsied. "Lady Daniella of Turtle Lake."
"A pleasure," he replied.
Daniella smiled. "So why not, Alanna? A dance is just what you need right now."
Alanna glared at her friend. Daniella had put her in an awful position; she hated dancing, but if she were to refuse, she would seem rude. So she went for her age-old excuse.
"Oh, I don't know," she replied, trying to look pale. "I'm not feeling to good. I think I might have to miss this one out."
"Oh, nonsense," Daniella cried, unnaturally cheerful. She patted her on the back. "See, it's a double-couple dance, you and Sir Logan, Sir Darian and I will all have a dance."
Alanna smiled crookedly and lied through her teeth. "No, I'm feeling sick."
"Yes," Daniella said, more firmly. "You will dance."
"No," Alanna said quietly. "I will not."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
Daniella grabbed Alanna's arm. "Come on!"
Alanna rolled her eyes. She turned to Sir Logan. "Dance?" she asked with a sugary smile.
Logan bowed. "Delighted," he said, with a big grin on his face.
As the music struck up, Logan swooped Alanna up and spun her round. She laughed, delighted. He spun her round and round, and she laughed.
"That was fun!" she giggled as they slowed down. She let out a deep breath. "You're a good dancer," she told him. "Though I haven't danced with anyone since Jon left." A shadow passed over her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
"You miss Jon?" Logan inquired.
Alanna sighed. "Yeah. He was, one of my best friends here."
"Friends?"
Alanna eyed the foreign noble suspiciously. "Yes, friend."
"Whatever you say," Logan said, and bowed as the dance ended.
Alanna shook her head. "Foreigners," she muttered to herself.
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Queen Lianne (A/N is dat how u spell it? Can't be stuffed going to check) eyed Lady Alanna and Sir Logan from her grand throne with a devilish smile upon her face.
"Good," she mumbled. "With Jon gone and all these handsome, young, foreign nobles here I knew Lady Alanna's interests would soon waver." She turned to the young chestnut-topped woman standing beside her.
"Lady Delia, I owe you," Lianne said, with gratitude in her voice. "You truly came up with a brilliant plan."
Delia curtsied. "Why, thankyou, Your Majesty," she replied, smirking (she knew this was the perfect way to bring Alanna down). "You are truly too kind."
Lianne smiled. "With Lady Alanna's affections wavering away from Jonathan, when he returns he will realise they are no longer an item."
"Yes," Delia said. "No longer an item."
"Foreigners," Lianne laughed.
Delia smiled. "Perfect to use."
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Lolz! It had to be Delia behind an evil plan like that, hey? Anyway, I want AT LEAST ten reviews, ok? I had having to demand reviews, but I'd really like to get over the 100 reviews mark - cos I have ten chapters up, that only averages to 10 reviews per chapter! Come on, we can do better than that! Tell all your TP-enlightened friends about the wonderful stories on ff.net, and get them hooked! Thanks for everyone who's reviewed my previous chapters, I really wouldn't write if it weren't for you guys!!
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~*~kaz~*~
It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Colours emerged as she watched - pink, red, gold. The morning mist, which usually hung about the early sky, was nowhere to be seen. The bright globe rose as she watched. Clouds streaked the sky. a beautiful day was ahead.
Alanna turned away from the magnificent sunrise and made her way down the hill she was standing on. One week ago she had wept on this hill for her Jonathan, and now she was glorifying the beautiful gifts that the Gods had given her and the world. Alanna smiled. She felt that for the first time in years, she was happy to be alive.
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"I see you were up again early this morning, Alanna," Daniella commented at morning breakfast.
"Yeah," Alanna replied. "I watched the sun rise. It was beautiful." She helped herself to some cheese and bread.
Daniella looked at her, her head slightly tilted. "Alanna, you. you're different."
Alanna looked up inquisitively. "Different?" she asked.
"Yes. You've matured a lot. I think - and I know that you don't like to hear this - but I think that Jon being away from you for a while has really helped you grow up."
Alanna made a face. "I haven't 'grown up' at all," she told her friend. "I just - stopped pining for Jon sooner than you would have expected. Everyone thinks I'm just a little girl!" she snapped, her delicate brows crossed.
Daniella laughed. "Not just that. you've become more refined, more - more -" Daniella winced - "Like a lady."
Alanna glared at Daniella, and she flinched. "Well you have!" she cried, exasperated.
Alanna shook her head. "Ridiculous. I still practise with my sword, and I exercise, and wear breeches, and practise my kicks and punches -"
"But it's not that, Alanna," Daniella interrupted. "You speak with a broader vocabulary, you're more - intelligent, I suppose is the word, you listen when people speak to you, and you don't - misbehave - as much as you did at the Convent."
"That's because at the Convent I didn't like anyone -" she smiled, "Except you and Jacqueline - and maybe Emily - you remember her?"
Daniella laughed as they sat at a desolate table. "Emily and Sarah - two troublesome twins. Do you remember that time in embroidery class when we were told to embroider something that reminded us of home?"
"Yes! And what did they both embroider.?"
"You remember, the -"
"Mud cubby!"
"And they used all brown and black threads and Delia of Eldorne complained because there wasn't enough for her to use for her cherry trees or whatever they were."
"Stupid cow," Alanna laughed.
Daniella smiled. "Did you know? The big "Foreigner's Ball" is next week. Heaps of foreigners from countries surrounding Tortall are coming. Also lots of nobles from the outskirts of Tortall."
Alanna raised an eyebrow. "That's a lot of people. When is it?"
"One week, from now. A pretty Monday night, 'twill be," Daniella replied dreamily, thinking of some poem or other that she had read recently.
Alanna smiled, shook her head, and rose from her seating. She waved to Darian, the handsome young knight that was courting Daniella, who was moving over to sit with her. She grinned, and for a brief moment remembered Jon - a tear brimmed her purple eye - but she brushed it away. Jon would return before she knew it, and she planned to use the time while he was gone to enjoy herself!
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Alanna stared at the reflection in the mirror, and pulled a face. The "Grand Foreigner's Ball" was on tonight and she'd been practically ordered to attend by Danielle. It's odd that they'd send Jon away before an important ball, Alanna thought. He really should be here! She tugged at her flowing silver dress once more, and slipped her feet in sparkly silver heels. Tying her mid-waist length hair into a bun, she secured it with a diamond-speckled bun net.
Daniella knocked on their connecting doors. "Are you ready?" she inquired from behind the door.
Alanna sighed. "Yes," she called back gloomily.
Daniella opened the doors and stepped into Alanna's room. "Good," she said.
Alanna gasped. Daniella was dressed in a beautiful dark blue garment that was decorated with dark sapphires and diamonds. The bodice was tight, with thin spaghetti straps. Black threads that held diamonds and sapphires were criss-cross weaved onto it. The skirt was soft and shiny, and it flared out to rest at the tips of her light blue sippers that were encrusted with thinly cut crystals. At the hem of her skirt were tiny diamonds that sparkled when she moved. Her brown hair was half up, half down, and speckled with small diamond and sapphire clasps. At her ears hung sapphire and diamond drops, and her mouth was full, coloured crimson.
"How do I look?" she asked shyly.
"Like - like - like a Goddess," she cried. "When did you get ready? Five hours ago?"
"No, no," Daniella assured her. "Only three."
"How much did that thing cost?" she demanded.
"A lot," Daniella replied.
Alanna shook her head. "Don't try to look too desperate," she drawled sarcastically. Daniella crumpled her thin brow. "Oh, be quiet," she snapped back. "Just because I like to impress people doesn't mean I'm desperate."
Alanna shrugged her pale shoulders. "Whatever you say, Daniella," she told her. "Whatever you say."
Daniella shook her head and walked out of the room, dragging Alanna behind her.
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"But I don't want to be announced," Alanna whined.
"Tough!" Daniella snapped back in a whisper. "Now stop fussing!"
"Lady Delia of Eldorne."
Alanna groaned. "What's she doing here?" she drawled.
"It's a ball for Mithros' sake, Alanna," Daniella told her, as Delia haughtily pushed past them in an emerald green dress.
"Well I hope she trips," Alanna muttered irritably.
"Oh, stop it Alanna!" scolded Daniella.
"Lady Daniella of Turtle Lake."
Daniella slipped in front of the curtain gracefully as the nobles clapped. Alanna peeked cautiously from behind the thick red curtain - she wanted to see who escorted her! Then she grinned - Sir Darian, surprise, surprise.
Then Alanna gulped - Jon was not here! Who would escort her?
"Lady Alanna of Trebond."
Alanna took a deep breath and moved out from behind the curtain. The nobles at the bottom of the stairway clapped politely. Alanna waited for someone to come forward. She could hear Delia sniggering below. She bit her lip slightly, thinking, if no one comes by the time I count to five, I'm descending with or without an escort!
1.2.3.3-and-a-half.Alanna gulped. A young man, with light brown hair stepped onto the staircase and ascended towards Alanna. Alanna stared into his eyes. They were so unlike Jon's - these were brown, and mysterious. They looked like melted chocolate, Alanna thought.
The man extended his hand to Alanna. Alanna took it, and the handsome man kissed it. The two made their way down the long staircase gracefully. At the bottom, Alanna curtsied, her mystery escort bowed.
"Alanna," she whispered.
"Logan," he replied.
Alanna surveyed the tall man thoroughly. He wore a dark grey suit, which complemented her silvery one. He had a certain look on his face - it was quite unreadable, and tanned. She had no idea where on earth he might have come from.
"Let me give you my full title," he said, as if reading her mind. "Sir Logan of D'Eprai from the Yamani Islands."
"You don't look as though you originated there," she replied, without thinking. She put her hand to her mouth - "I'm sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect."
"None taken," he assured her. "Actually, no, I didn't originate from the Islands. My mother was from Carthak, and her mother from Tusaine, my father and his father were both Bazhir. I was born in Tortall, and we moved to the Yamani Islands when I was three. I trained in the Yamani Islands, fighting like the Yamani until I was twelve, when I returned to Tusaine, my Grandmother's home, to train as a knight. Then I returned to the Yamani Islands, and then I came here."
Alanna raised her eyebrows. "Well, you certainly get around."
"Yes," he agreed. "Whereabouts have you been?"
"Trebond, The City of Gods, and Corus," she replied. "I would have loved to go everywhere around the world, especially somewhere like the Roof of the World." "The Roof of the World? You're an adventurer. A woman with spirit, hmm?" he asked her, a sparkle in his eye.
Alanna smiled. "Yes, that's me. Hate dresses and gloves and all that frip- froppy."
Logan grinned, baring white teeth. "I have a sister, Charlotta, who's a bit like you. She trained with me in the Yamani Islands, and when I went to Tusaine she stayed there to continue her training. I saw her a few weeks ago, and she's gained a lot of knowledge."
Alanna smiled. "That's good," she replied. "It's nice to know not all girls are entrapped in this ever-going nightmare of being a lady."
Logan frowned. "That girl over in the emerald doesn't seem to think being a lady is all that bad."
Alanna rolled her eyes. "Well that's Delia - and Lady Delia of Eldorne loves being a stuck up, prissy lady."
"Its sounds as though you don't like her," Logan commented.
"I don't," Alanna replied dryly.
This drew a laugh from Logan. "It seems Miss Delia likes dancing," he commented. "Uh huh," Alanna said. "Especially with ." her voice trailed.
"With -" Logan prompted.
Alanna shook her head. "It doesn't matter," she told him.
"But I have a feeling it does," Logan said.
"Would you stop prying!" snapped Alanna, forgetting herself. "It's a bit private, ok? Do you understand?!"
"I'm sorry," he apologised. "I didn't realise you were -"
"So touchy?" suggested Daniella, who had come to join them. "Relax Alanna. Why don't you dance with Sir."
"Where are my manners?" Logan exclaimed. "Sir Logan of D'Eprai from the Yamani Islands."
Daniella curtsied. "Lady Daniella of Turtle Lake."
"A pleasure," he replied.
Daniella smiled. "So why not, Alanna? A dance is just what you need right now."
Alanna glared at her friend. Daniella had put her in an awful position; she hated dancing, but if she were to refuse, she would seem rude. So she went for her age-old excuse.
"Oh, I don't know," she replied, trying to look pale. "I'm not feeling to good. I think I might have to miss this one out."
"Oh, nonsense," Daniella cried, unnaturally cheerful. She patted her on the back. "See, it's a double-couple dance, you and Sir Logan, Sir Darian and I will all have a dance."
Alanna smiled crookedly and lied through her teeth. "No, I'm feeling sick."
"Yes," Daniella said, more firmly. "You will dance."
"No," Alanna said quietly. "I will not."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
Daniella grabbed Alanna's arm. "Come on!"
Alanna rolled her eyes. She turned to Sir Logan. "Dance?" she asked with a sugary smile.
Logan bowed. "Delighted," he said, with a big grin on his face.
As the music struck up, Logan swooped Alanna up and spun her round. She laughed, delighted. He spun her round and round, and she laughed.
"That was fun!" she giggled as they slowed down. She let out a deep breath. "You're a good dancer," she told him. "Though I haven't danced with anyone since Jon left." A shadow passed over her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
"You miss Jon?" Logan inquired.
Alanna sighed. "Yeah. He was, one of my best friends here."
"Friends?"
Alanna eyed the foreign noble suspiciously. "Yes, friend."
"Whatever you say," Logan said, and bowed as the dance ended.
Alanna shook her head. "Foreigners," she muttered to herself.
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Queen Lianne (A/N is dat how u spell it? Can't be stuffed going to check) eyed Lady Alanna and Sir Logan from her grand throne with a devilish smile upon her face.
"Good," she mumbled. "With Jon gone and all these handsome, young, foreign nobles here I knew Lady Alanna's interests would soon waver." She turned to the young chestnut-topped woman standing beside her.
"Lady Delia, I owe you," Lianne said, with gratitude in her voice. "You truly came up with a brilliant plan."
Delia curtsied. "Why, thankyou, Your Majesty," she replied, smirking (she knew this was the perfect way to bring Alanna down). "You are truly too kind."
Lianne smiled. "With Lady Alanna's affections wavering away from Jonathan, when he returns he will realise they are no longer an item."
"Yes," Delia said. "No longer an item."
"Foreigners," Lianne laughed.
Delia smiled. "Perfect to use."
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Lolz! It had to be Delia behind an evil plan like that, hey? Anyway, I want AT LEAST ten reviews, ok? I had having to demand reviews, but I'd really like to get over the 100 reviews mark - cos I have ten chapters up, that only averages to 10 reviews per chapter! Come on, we can do better than that! Tell all your TP-enlightened friends about the wonderful stories on ff.net, and get them hooked! Thanks for everyone who's reviewed my previous chapters, I really wouldn't write if it weren't for you guys!!
PS - feel free to email me anytime, about anything! My email is karly_ann134@hotmail.com
~*~kaz~*~