Part 7
As I had recently mentioned, I woke up. It was still dark out when I did, or maybe that's because it was just dark in my room. I drew the curtains, for, I was lucky and had a window. Outside, stars and strange constellations shined, accompanied by two beautiful moons, one of which was Earth.
Why can you see Earth and its moon from here, but you can't see Gaea from Earth? I wondered, as I gazed at the bluish sphere hanging in the near- morning-but-not-quite-light-enough-to-see-anything-yet sky.
I was already in my clothes, so getting dressed would be pointless.
Now, going into extreme detail about what my day was like will bore you. And going into detail about what my friends' day was like will bore you as well, so I'll highlight parts of both I find interesting, (hopefully you do to...) and then talk about my strange and interesting evening.
My day consisted of me asking Dilandau for some paper and pencils. He didn't have any pencils, but he did have ink and charcoal and gave me those. I drew many lovely pictures, for I can draw very well, and drew some anime, sketched a few of the landscapes below me, and had a wonderful time.
During the times I was drawing or sketching, a few of the Dragon Slayers, and many other people stopped to see. Some of them were very impressed at how real everything looked, and asked me to do portraits. I did at least a thousand portraits, and everyone in Zibach now knew my name. Dilandau wasn't happy I was making friends here, so he stopped everything, and gave me a piece of paper with writing on it, and sent me to my room.
I didn't read the paper right away, afraid it was a death note, or something silly, yet frightening like that.
Meanwhile, in Asturia, (note the meanwhile) Allen was showing the girls and Justin how to play a very chess-like looking game, that was very different. They learned (in a long time) and played one another all day. Then they taught Allen how to play cards, for he has never seen cards before, except, of course, Hitomi's cards.
He asked if they were anything like Hitomi's Tarot Cards, and Amanda replied that these were nothing like them, although playing cards were derived from the Gypsy's Tarot Cards in the Middle Ages of our world, although contained no magic, like Tarot Cards did. (Where'd she get this info?)
Allen and Van (who had joined in later) learned Crazy Eights, Various styles of Black Jack, Hearts, Poker, Go Fish, War, Jack Ass and Old Maid. Soon, everyone wanted to play, the A-Crew, Mole Man, Milerna and Dryden (where did they come from?) So my friends, as I did, made many friends in Asturia. Only someone didn't come along and wreck it on them. (And Mole Man was always the old maid during the game.)
That evening, back in Zibach, I read the note. It was an invitation to dinner. I laughed out loud alone in my room.
"What's so funny?" Asked a strange, high pitched voice. It sounded muffled and ultimately like Justin trying to be a girl. I looked around for the owner of the voice, and found no one. "Over here," said the voice.
I looked at a large wooden wardrobe. Well. It wasn't Justin... Thank goodness. "Oh nothing," I replied to its previous question.
"Come on! You'll be late for dinner if you don't hurry. Here! Put this on. You'll look ravishing in this!" The wardrobe held out a frilly pink thing.
"I don't wear dresses. Especially not pink dresses!" I paused. "But if you have something in blue... or yellow, I'll wear it!"
The wardrobe shuffled within itself and produced a long blue satin dress, with long sleeves and white lace trimming. A large, darker blue bow was sewn on the back and another at the chest.
"It's pretty. Do you have something with shorter sleeves?" I asked. I was going to be a pain in the ass because I was mad at Dilandau because he sent me to my room while I was making friends. The talking wardrobe produced a green dress, similar to the last one, only the bows were white, and the sleeves were puffy and short. I stuck my tongue out at it and it asked me if I liked it. Maybe it can't see me.
"No." I said. It produced a sleeveless, yellow silk gown, the top and bottom were lined with white silk ribbons and there was a big bow at the back. I stared at it. It was very pretty. I said I liked it and walked over to the wardrobe and took it from it. I saw hands. Two sets. I grabbed one of each and pulled. Gatti and Chesta toppled out.
"Ahhh." They both said. I was confused.
"What are you doing?!" I asked in surprise.
"I... uh... we have to.... escort you to dinner...." replied Gatti, getting up and brushing himself off.
"Yes." said Chesta.
"Well what, in heaven's name, were you doing in this closet?!" I glared at them.
They exchanged glances, and Chesta perked up. "Well, we were getting you a dress."
They were going to watch me change! I realized, and then I glared at them angrily.
"We'll... um... wait outside." And they did. And I put the dress on, but couldn't get it done up in the back and nervously called to Gatti and Chesta to come do it up for me. They fought over who would touch my back, (Oookay....) And finally Chesta won, and tied up the dress.
Then they did the strangest thing.
They did my hair. Not messily like you'd imagine, but put it up in a lovely french twist. My hair is very long, and I don't know how they did it, but it looked pretty cool.
"Chesta, Gatti. I want you to do something for me." I asked them while they were doing the hair-do.
"Yeah?"
"Tonight, pull out my chair for me. And Dilandau's too! Only distract whoever is pulling out his chair, so that he misses!"
"What?!" asked Gatti, shocked.
"Please. I have to play this prank on him! If not, he'll do one on me!"
"Well, what's in it for us?" asked Chesta.
"Ummm, whatever you want...." I paused, then added, "to a certain moral and politically correct extent."
They exchanged glances, and finally said okay, for a kiss each. I shrugged and kissed 'em each. No. I will not go into detail.
Then we went down to where there was a long table in a room lit with candles. It would have been romantic, except the room lacked colour. Everything was dark coloured, black and greys with darker shadows cast over everything.
Dilandau stared at me when I entered. I must say, I was very beautiful (Oh modest) and he asked me where I got the dress.
"From them." I motioned to Gatti and Chesta.
"Where did you get the dress?"
Gatti opened his mouth to answer, but stopped as he realized he didn't know the answer. He simply shrugged his shoulders.
"Where did you get that pink dress you gave me before?" I asked Dilandau.
"I...... I don't know."
"This is weird." said Chesta. "What on Gaea would we need with all of these dresses for?"
"Maybe they belong to Naria and Eriya?" Miguel suggested.
"Whatever!" said Dilandau. "It doesn't matter."
"Do you like it?" I asked.
"Sure... I guess." said Dilandau.
"YES!!" Replied all of the Dragon Slayers present. I blushed.
Gatti pulled out my chair for me and pushed it in as I sat down. Miguel pulled out Dilandau's. I watched as Miguel turned around to look at Chesta, who had called to him. Chesta was putting on a worried look, just as we had planned, and was whispering some bogus things to Miguel about the meal. This prevented Miguel from pushing the chair in as Dilandau sat down. Dilandau missed the chair and fell on the floor! Then, to make matters worse, Miguel pushed in the chair, into Dilandau, who was squished and crunched by it and the table.
Chesta suddenly gripped his stomach, his face exploding with laughter. He rolled on the floor laughing, and Guimel joined him. Miguel flushed and just held the chair. I snickered too, and heard Gatti giggling from behind me. But all of us who had been laughing stopped when Dilandau got up, very red in the face from embarrassment and anger.
In the end of frustrated yelling, a couple of slaps, uncontrolled snickering, and asking for forgiveness, Miguel ended up being thrown in prison. Woopsies.
As I had recently mentioned, I woke up. It was still dark out when I did, or maybe that's because it was just dark in my room. I drew the curtains, for, I was lucky and had a window. Outside, stars and strange constellations shined, accompanied by two beautiful moons, one of which was Earth.
Why can you see Earth and its moon from here, but you can't see Gaea from Earth? I wondered, as I gazed at the bluish sphere hanging in the near- morning-but-not-quite-light-enough-to-see-anything-yet sky.
I was already in my clothes, so getting dressed would be pointless.
Now, going into extreme detail about what my day was like will bore you. And going into detail about what my friends' day was like will bore you as well, so I'll highlight parts of both I find interesting, (hopefully you do to...) and then talk about my strange and interesting evening.
My day consisted of me asking Dilandau for some paper and pencils. He didn't have any pencils, but he did have ink and charcoal and gave me those. I drew many lovely pictures, for I can draw very well, and drew some anime, sketched a few of the landscapes below me, and had a wonderful time.
During the times I was drawing or sketching, a few of the Dragon Slayers, and many other people stopped to see. Some of them were very impressed at how real everything looked, and asked me to do portraits. I did at least a thousand portraits, and everyone in Zibach now knew my name. Dilandau wasn't happy I was making friends here, so he stopped everything, and gave me a piece of paper with writing on it, and sent me to my room.
I didn't read the paper right away, afraid it was a death note, or something silly, yet frightening like that.
Meanwhile, in Asturia, (note the meanwhile) Allen was showing the girls and Justin how to play a very chess-like looking game, that was very different. They learned (in a long time) and played one another all day. Then they taught Allen how to play cards, for he has never seen cards before, except, of course, Hitomi's cards.
He asked if they were anything like Hitomi's Tarot Cards, and Amanda replied that these were nothing like them, although playing cards were derived from the Gypsy's Tarot Cards in the Middle Ages of our world, although contained no magic, like Tarot Cards did. (Where'd she get this info?)
Allen and Van (who had joined in later) learned Crazy Eights, Various styles of Black Jack, Hearts, Poker, Go Fish, War, Jack Ass and Old Maid. Soon, everyone wanted to play, the A-Crew, Mole Man, Milerna and Dryden (where did they come from?) So my friends, as I did, made many friends in Asturia. Only someone didn't come along and wreck it on them. (And Mole Man was always the old maid during the game.)
That evening, back in Zibach, I read the note. It was an invitation to dinner. I laughed out loud alone in my room.
"What's so funny?" Asked a strange, high pitched voice. It sounded muffled and ultimately like Justin trying to be a girl. I looked around for the owner of the voice, and found no one. "Over here," said the voice.
I looked at a large wooden wardrobe. Well. It wasn't Justin... Thank goodness. "Oh nothing," I replied to its previous question.
"Come on! You'll be late for dinner if you don't hurry. Here! Put this on. You'll look ravishing in this!" The wardrobe held out a frilly pink thing.
"I don't wear dresses. Especially not pink dresses!" I paused. "But if you have something in blue... or yellow, I'll wear it!"
The wardrobe shuffled within itself and produced a long blue satin dress, with long sleeves and white lace trimming. A large, darker blue bow was sewn on the back and another at the chest.
"It's pretty. Do you have something with shorter sleeves?" I asked. I was going to be a pain in the ass because I was mad at Dilandau because he sent me to my room while I was making friends. The talking wardrobe produced a green dress, similar to the last one, only the bows were white, and the sleeves were puffy and short. I stuck my tongue out at it and it asked me if I liked it. Maybe it can't see me.
"No." I said. It produced a sleeveless, yellow silk gown, the top and bottom were lined with white silk ribbons and there was a big bow at the back. I stared at it. It was very pretty. I said I liked it and walked over to the wardrobe and took it from it. I saw hands. Two sets. I grabbed one of each and pulled. Gatti and Chesta toppled out.
"Ahhh." They both said. I was confused.
"What are you doing?!" I asked in surprise.
"I... uh... we have to.... escort you to dinner...." replied Gatti, getting up and brushing himself off.
"Yes." said Chesta.
"Well what, in heaven's name, were you doing in this closet?!" I glared at them.
They exchanged glances, and Chesta perked up. "Well, we were getting you a dress."
They were going to watch me change! I realized, and then I glared at them angrily.
"We'll... um... wait outside." And they did. And I put the dress on, but couldn't get it done up in the back and nervously called to Gatti and Chesta to come do it up for me. They fought over who would touch my back, (Oookay....) And finally Chesta won, and tied up the dress.
Then they did the strangest thing.
They did my hair. Not messily like you'd imagine, but put it up in a lovely french twist. My hair is very long, and I don't know how they did it, but it looked pretty cool.
"Chesta, Gatti. I want you to do something for me." I asked them while they were doing the hair-do.
"Yeah?"
"Tonight, pull out my chair for me. And Dilandau's too! Only distract whoever is pulling out his chair, so that he misses!"
"What?!" asked Gatti, shocked.
"Please. I have to play this prank on him! If not, he'll do one on me!"
"Well, what's in it for us?" asked Chesta.
"Ummm, whatever you want...." I paused, then added, "to a certain moral and politically correct extent."
They exchanged glances, and finally said okay, for a kiss each. I shrugged and kissed 'em each. No. I will not go into detail.
Then we went down to where there was a long table in a room lit with candles. It would have been romantic, except the room lacked colour. Everything was dark coloured, black and greys with darker shadows cast over everything.
Dilandau stared at me when I entered. I must say, I was very beautiful (Oh modest) and he asked me where I got the dress.
"From them." I motioned to Gatti and Chesta.
"Where did you get the dress?"
Gatti opened his mouth to answer, but stopped as he realized he didn't know the answer. He simply shrugged his shoulders.
"Where did you get that pink dress you gave me before?" I asked Dilandau.
"I...... I don't know."
"This is weird." said Chesta. "What on Gaea would we need with all of these dresses for?"
"Maybe they belong to Naria and Eriya?" Miguel suggested.
"Whatever!" said Dilandau. "It doesn't matter."
"Do you like it?" I asked.
"Sure... I guess." said Dilandau.
"YES!!" Replied all of the Dragon Slayers present. I blushed.
Gatti pulled out my chair for me and pushed it in as I sat down. Miguel pulled out Dilandau's. I watched as Miguel turned around to look at Chesta, who had called to him. Chesta was putting on a worried look, just as we had planned, and was whispering some bogus things to Miguel about the meal. This prevented Miguel from pushing the chair in as Dilandau sat down. Dilandau missed the chair and fell on the floor! Then, to make matters worse, Miguel pushed in the chair, into Dilandau, who was squished and crunched by it and the table.
Chesta suddenly gripped his stomach, his face exploding with laughter. He rolled on the floor laughing, and Guimel joined him. Miguel flushed and just held the chair. I snickered too, and heard Gatti giggling from behind me. But all of us who had been laughing stopped when Dilandau got up, very red in the face from embarrassment and anger.
In the end of frustrated yelling, a couple of slaps, uncontrolled snickering, and asking for forgiveness, Miguel ended up being thrown in prison. Woopsies.