Okay, I'm once again too bored to wait for reviews. *sigh* boredom is such
a curse. Lol. I have no idea if there will be a fight scene in this chapter
cuz I write this all from my head. Plus. It takes too long to think of
something. Lol. I mean it's summer vacation. I don't need to think on
summer vacation... Well not much anyway. Lol. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: * boy I'm getting tired of writing these* Can't I just put ditto signs? // There! Ditto on all the stuff I've said before on the disclaimers. Lol. That was easy. But.... just in case I get sued, I don't own anything! Lol.
Chapter 6: Annoying ;)
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She picked up the bow thoughtfully. [So I'm suppose to do this...] And she carefully pulled the string with her middle finger and thumb. "I've got it!" she cried excitedly. "Now you just have to put the arrow on the string" said a voice matter-of-factly behind her. She turned to see Rolad behind her smiling softly. "So squirt, how do you like weapons practice so far?" he asked quietly. "It's wonderful, I learned how to do push ups and..." she trailed off as he started to chuckle. "What's so funny?" she asked indignantly tapping her foot in annoyance absently.
"You just sound so excited." Rolad said with a big grin on his face and walked away waving. She stood there stunned. [I've been talking to him as if he were a friend.] she thought, horrified. [I don't need him!] and she turned her attention towards archery once more. [So now I put the arrow on...] she thought absently.
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Next was tilting. She had no idea why the first years started running like mad. [They must be running for a reason] she thought logically and decided she would be first. Her legs bunched slightly beneath her and she bounded across the field towards the stables. Leaving everyone gaping as she past them in a blur. "Oh." She said disappointedly. "Oh, what Timid?" said a voice behind her. "I thought that there was some important reason why they were racing here. But it was just because of the horses. Who cares about that Mick?" she said the name, already knowing by his nickname of her who it was. "That's only because Timid, you already have a horse. It's not that important to you. And a beauty that horse is alright." And he patted her on the back in farewell as he went to his own mount.
"What do you know squirt. Are horses were stabled beside each other, they look to already be acquainted." Said Rolad, slyly at the last part. His horse was a mare just tall enough for him. She was honey brown with a dark brown mane and tail. She had grace and dignity in every move. [Except the one she's doing now] Blake thought wryly as her horse and Rolad's horse nuzzled across the stalls. "Care for a try squirt?' Rolad said softly under his breath. She held hers. [What does he mean by that] but when she looked at him it was just his usual goofy grin plastered on his face. She quickly looked for something to talk about to get rid of the awkward situation. "Um." She said thoughtfully, "My horses name is SilverFoot. What's your horses name?" "My horses name is HoneyBrown." Rolad said wryly. "I couldn't think of a name so I just combined her colors for a name." And looked down at her sheepishly. She smiled at him then her face became smooth and impassive and she looked down. 'What's her problem? One moment she's smiling at me like I'm her, dare I say it?, friend. Then the next moment she looks at me like were strangers.' And felt his smile slip.
[I don't need to get attached to anyone!] she thought fiercely. [You know what happens to friends. They die and leave you hurting. They always do.] And felt a tear escape her eye. Memories flooded her but stopped abruptly as she felt a rough thumb wipe the tear away. She looked up, shocked, but he was grooming his horse just like usual. [Who did that?!] she thought nervously as she walked out of the stables with the other pages. "Are you paying attention? Blake? Blake!" [Oh, the training master is calling me] and she looked up dazedly at him. "Well, now that were all here I'd like to continue" Lord Joachim said sarcastically. "Please do my lord." said Blake impassively. He looked sharply at her thinking she was being pert but saw no emotion on her face. [Fool] she thought scornfully as he turned around and started his lecture up again.
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When it was her turn to hit the quintain she positioned the lance just so. [Trot] she thought to SilverFoot and he started. It was just like when she pulled the kantana sword. Peace enveloped her and calmness filled her mind. She saw everything with stark clarity. She could feel the pages watching her and, surprisingly, she could sense Rolad too. Then the moment was done as she smacked the quintain's shield smartly and went back to the lines. [Why can I feel him already?] Usually it takes me some time to feel someone like that. Well, not with my mom. But that's only because I love her. I doubt I love Rolad. [Maybe you do?] said a annoying voice in her head. [I don't even like boys!] She screamed at it and could feel her inner self blushing. [Fine, you love him as a friend.] [Already!], she hissed back, disbelieving. [That's the only reason why you can sense him, unless you want to stay up all night and try to think of another one. And I stress the word try.] And with that the voice was gone. [It always brings up such a convincing argument.] Blake thought. Already having forgotten the strange and gentle, yet familiar, touch in the stables.
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The fog crept out of the yard and back in to the stable. It stopped and seemed to hesitate as Blake took another try at the quintain. If someone would've looked at that very moment they would have thought the fog had flinched as the sandbag hit Blake's back forcefully. Then it went out of the stable door and disappeared in the air.
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[God's that hurt] but she didn't flinch or cringe as she rode her horse-at a trot to show all of them she wasn't hurting at all-once again to the back of the line. [I need to stop thinking period.] [Your thinking now] said annoying. She had decided to name that unreasonable voice in her head. [So you gave me a name? Might as well call you annoying too because I'm you.] annoying said smugly. [Oh, just shut up] Blake said tiredly, still forcing herself not to flinch at the pain in her back. [Only if you do first] annoying said. Blake just sighed angrily and walked off to get her horse stabled.
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'She's so gentle with her horse' thought Rolad as he watched Blake groom SilverFoot at the corner of his eye. Blake was murmuring words in SilverFoots ear and the horse would occasionally neigh in response. He watched Blake's hand gently groom him and saw her other hand follow the combs movement. 'There's more to her than she lets on' he thought. 'And I won't rest till I know her better than anyone' and he too started grooming his horse.
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[So this is the sport they call wrestling.] thought Blake disgustedly. Lord Ginu had had people wrestle in their castle courtyards but she never watched them. She watched as two pages violently fought each other. [I'm probably going to get hurt.] she thought and schooled herself. [Don't show any weakness. I will not flinch or cringe.] she thought determinedly. [But you can limp] said annoying happily. [Haha, very funny].
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She walked towards her rooms slowly at first. She didn't want anyone thinking that she was running so that her aching muscles can soak in her hot bath. Then when she was almost there she broke out into a run. She ran in her room and locked the door. Then stripped out of her clothing and nearly jumped in the water when it was ready. 'Wow, your back is bruised.' Said Dahlia. Flying through the window and landing on the edge of her bath. Her back was a mess of black and purple bruises. 'It's almost as colorful as a rainbow.' Said Dahlia in awe. [Fascinated aren't we? How bout I give you all the pretty colors of a rainbow so we could match?] Blake thought irritably. She wouldn't really ever hurt a friend. 'Snappy snappy.' Was all Dahlia said in reply. 'You better hurry up. Lunch is almost going to start.' Said Dahlia. [Let them wait] was all Blake said as she thought back to the wrestling practice. They had deliberately missed the mats when they threw her so that she would hit the ground. But they were cunning. They didn't make her whole body hit the ground outside of the mat. Just a shoulder here, a leg there. [I'm going to have to get better at the wrestling so I could make them think twice about picking on girls.] said Blake. 'You could always ask that one hunk of a guy Rolad' said Dahlia dreamily. [I think I'll ask Mick.] Blake said instead. I don't really want to be alone with Mick.
[You going to try to distance yourself now!] said annoying. [Yup] Blake said nonchalantly as she got dressed. She was only going to make them wait for a few minutes. No reason why she had to suffer from hunger too. [Too late.] said annoying. But Blake said nothing back and annoying got bored and went to the back of Blake's mind. [I wonder how I'll ask Mick] Blake thought absently, then she bumped into someone and mumbled sorry quickly and kept walking. Not once glancing at the person she almost knocked over. That person was looking at her strangely and muttering "I couldn't have seen what I thought I've seen." Under her breath.
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Diane looked at the small girl going down the hall. 'I thought I saw some wild magic. .. Though it's none I've ever seen before.' But she shook her head and dismissed it to the near fall she almost had. 'She didn't even notice I was a girl. Or covered in bird droppings.' Diane winced slightly as a servant caught a glimpse of her, stared, then ran off again. Diane sighed softly, 'It's no use trying to hide now.' And walked, with much less stealth, towards the room she and Numair shared. 'I've been so busy lately I haven't been able to ask him what he's been researching about so much.' And with that thought she hurried to her rooms to ask.
AN: YAY! I'm done. I've been typing for like and hour and my neck is killing me. Lol. I hope you liked that. I just put annoying there for kicks. Lol. You like her? Cuz I can make her stay in the back of Blakes mind forever! Duh duh duh dduuuh!!! Well, I'm really sleepy and tired and hurting and..... must I go on? So I'll stop now. Wonder wat will happen next? Who noes? BYZ! Love all of ya'll lots.
Disclaimer: * boy I'm getting tired of writing these* Can't I just put ditto signs? // There! Ditto on all the stuff I've said before on the disclaimers. Lol. That was easy. But.... just in case I get sued, I don't own anything! Lol.
Chapter 6: Annoying ;)
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She picked up the bow thoughtfully. [So I'm suppose to do this...] And she carefully pulled the string with her middle finger and thumb. "I've got it!" she cried excitedly. "Now you just have to put the arrow on the string" said a voice matter-of-factly behind her. She turned to see Rolad behind her smiling softly. "So squirt, how do you like weapons practice so far?" he asked quietly. "It's wonderful, I learned how to do push ups and..." she trailed off as he started to chuckle. "What's so funny?" she asked indignantly tapping her foot in annoyance absently.
"You just sound so excited." Rolad said with a big grin on his face and walked away waving. She stood there stunned. [I've been talking to him as if he were a friend.] she thought, horrified. [I don't need him!] and she turned her attention towards archery once more. [So now I put the arrow on...] she thought absently.
***
Next was tilting. She had no idea why the first years started running like mad. [They must be running for a reason] she thought logically and decided she would be first. Her legs bunched slightly beneath her and she bounded across the field towards the stables. Leaving everyone gaping as she past them in a blur. "Oh." She said disappointedly. "Oh, what Timid?" said a voice behind her. "I thought that there was some important reason why they were racing here. But it was just because of the horses. Who cares about that Mick?" she said the name, already knowing by his nickname of her who it was. "That's only because Timid, you already have a horse. It's not that important to you. And a beauty that horse is alright." And he patted her on the back in farewell as he went to his own mount.
"What do you know squirt. Are horses were stabled beside each other, they look to already be acquainted." Said Rolad, slyly at the last part. His horse was a mare just tall enough for him. She was honey brown with a dark brown mane and tail. She had grace and dignity in every move. [Except the one she's doing now] Blake thought wryly as her horse and Rolad's horse nuzzled across the stalls. "Care for a try squirt?' Rolad said softly under his breath. She held hers. [What does he mean by that] but when she looked at him it was just his usual goofy grin plastered on his face. She quickly looked for something to talk about to get rid of the awkward situation. "Um." She said thoughtfully, "My horses name is SilverFoot. What's your horses name?" "My horses name is HoneyBrown." Rolad said wryly. "I couldn't think of a name so I just combined her colors for a name." And looked down at her sheepishly. She smiled at him then her face became smooth and impassive and she looked down. 'What's her problem? One moment she's smiling at me like I'm her, dare I say it?, friend. Then the next moment she looks at me like were strangers.' And felt his smile slip.
[I don't need to get attached to anyone!] she thought fiercely. [You know what happens to friends. They die and leave you hurting. They always do.] And felt a tear escape her eye. Memories flooded her but stopped abruptly as she felt a rough thumb wipe the tear away. She looked up, shocked, but he was grooming his horse just like usual. [Who did that?!] she thought nervously as she walked out of the stables with the other pages. "Are you paying attention? Blake? Blake!" [Oh, the training master is calling me] and she looked up dazedly at him. "Well, now that were all here I'd like to continue" Lord Joachim said sarcastically. "Please do my lord." said Blake impassively. He looked sharply at her thinking she was being pert but saw no emotion on her face. [Fool] she thought scornfully as he turned around and started his lecture up again.
***
When it was her turn to hit the quintain she positioned the lance just so. [Trot] she thought to SilverFoot and he started. It was just like when she pulled the kantana sword. Peace enveloped her and calmness filled her mind. She saw everything with stark clarity. She could feel the pages watching her and, surprisingly, she could sense Rolad too. Then the moment was done as she smacked the quintain's shield smartly and went back to the lines. [Why can I feel him already?] Usually it takes me some time to feel someone like that. Well, not with my mom. But that's only because I love her. I doubt I love Rolad. [Maybe you do?] said a annoying voice in her head. [I don't even like boys!] She screamed at it and could feel her inner self blushing. [Fine, you love him as a friend.] [Already!], she hissed back, disbelieving. [That's the only reason why you can sense him, unless you want to stay up all night and try to think of another one. And I stress the word try.] And with that the voice was gone. [It always brings up such a convincing argument.] Blake thought. Already having forgotten the strange and gentle, yet familiar, touch in the stables.
***
The fog crept out of the yard and back in to the stable. It stopped and seemed to hesitate as Blake took another try at the quintain. If someone would've looked at that very moment they would have thought the fog had flinched as the sandbag hit Blake's back forcefully. Then it went out of the stable door and disappeared in the air.
***
[God's that hurt] but she didn't flinch or cringe as she rode her horse-at a trot to show all of them she wasn't hurting at all-once again to the back of the line. [I need to stop thinking period.] [Your thinking now] said annoying. She had decided to name that unreasonable voice in her head. [So you gave me a name? Might as well call you annoying too because I'm you.] annoying said smugly. [Oh, just shut up] Blake said tiredly, still forcing herself not to flinch at the pain in her back. [Only if you do first] annoying said. Blake just sighed angrily and walked off to get her horse stabled.
***
'She's so gentle with her horse' thought Rolad as he watched Blake groom SilverFoot at the corner of his eye. Blake was murmuring words in SilverFoots ear and the horse would occasionally neigh in response. He watched Blake's hand gently groom him and saw her other hand follow the combs movement. 'There's more to her than she lets on' he thought. 'And I won't rest till I know her better than anyone' and he too started grooming his horse.
***
[So this is the sport they call wrestling.] thought Blake disgustedly. Lord Ginu had had people wrestle in their castle courtyards but she never watched them. She watched as two pages violently fought each other. [I'm probably going to get hurt.] she thought and schooled herself. [Don't show any weakness. I will not flinch or cringe.] she thought determinedly. [But you can limp] said annoying happily. [Haha, very funny].
***
She walked towards her rooms slowly at first. She didn't want anyone thinking that she was running so that her aching muscles can soak in her hot bath. Then when she was almost there she broke out into a run. She ran in her room and locked the door. Then stripped out of her clothing and nearly jumped in the water when it was ready. 'Wow, your back is bruised.' Said Dahlia. Flying through the window and landing on the edge of her bath. Her back was a mess of black and purple bruises. 'It's almost as colorful as a rainbow.' Said Dahlia in awe. [Fascinated aren't we? How bout I give you all the pretty colors of a rainbow so we could match?] Blake thought irritably. She wouldn't really ever hurt a friend. 'Snappy snappy.' Was all Dahlia said in reply. 'You better hurry up. Lunch is almost going to start.' Said Dahlia. [Let them wait] was all Blake said as she thought back to the wrestling practice. They had deliberately missed the mats when they threw her so that she would hit the ground. But they were cunning. They didn't make her whole body hit the ground outside of the mat. Just a shoulder here, a leg there. [I'm going to have to get better at the wrestling so I could make them think twice about picking on girls.] said Blake. 'You could always ask that one hunk of a guy Rolad' said Dahlia dreamily. [I think I'll ask Mick.] Blake said instead. I don't really want to be alone with Mick.
[You going to try to distance yourself now!] said annoying. [Yup] Blake said nonchalantly as she got dressed. She was only going to make them wait for a few minutes. No reason why she had to suffer from hunger too. [Too late.] said annoying. But Blake said nothing back and annoying got bored and went to the back of Blake's mind. [I wonder how I'll ask Mick] Blake thought absently, then she bumped into someone and mumbled sorry quickly and kept walking. Not once glancing at the person she almost knocked over. That person was looking at her strangely and muttering "I couldn't have seen what I thought I've seen." Under her breath.
***
Diane looked at the small girl going down the hall. 'I thought I saw some wild magic. .. Though it's none I've ever seen before.' But she shook her head and dismissed it to the near fall she almost had. 'She didn't even notice I was a girl. Or covered in bird droppings.' Diane winced slightly as a servant caught a glimpse of her, stared, then ran off again. Diane sighed softly, 'It's no use trying to hide now.' And walked, with much less stealth, towards the room she and Numair shared. 'I've been so busy lately I haven't been able to ask him what he's been researching about so much.' And with that thought she hurried to her rooms to ask.
AN: YAY! I'm done. I've been typing for like and hour and my neck is killing me. Lol. I hope you liked that. I just put annoying there for kicks. Lol. You like her? Cuz I can make her stay in the back of Blakes mind forever! Duh duh duh dduuuh!!! Well, I'm really sleepy and tired and hurting and..... must I go on? So I'll stop now. Wonder wat will happen next? Who noes? BYZ! Love all of ya'll lots.
