A/N: Sorry for the delay! I kinda got sidetracked with Harry Potter fics..^_^' THANK YOU REVIEWERS! You guys are so awesome! Without you, this fic probably wouldn't exist!
Disclaimer: Who is Phaerie? Not Sherwood Smith. What does that mean? Phaerie doesn't own these characters and whatnot. Why does Phaerie keep talking in the third person? Nobody knows. @_@ It's the Eighth Wonder of the Wooooooorld. Wow.
-:-Fish Kiss!-:-Chapter 4-:-
Let's have a recap, shall we?:
"Bran, I'm going to need your help on this, if you don't mind?"
"Anything to get you and Mel together. Sometimes I think she might actually be thicker than me."
"Good, I have this plan.."
Now, on to what Vidanric wants Bran to do..: (Yes, I am starting out with what Danric's up to for a change.)
Bran leaned forward as Vidanric told him his oh-so-fantastic plan in undertones. Passersby would find this quite odd had any one bothered them a glance. Two men, leaning over their mugs, whispering to each other and casting suspicious glances around the room making sure no one overheard them.
A few minutes later, Bran had been filled in on just what the plan was, and he adreed to it heartily. "So, all I have to do is keep Mel occupied while you get everything ready?"
"Yes, that's all I need you to do. Do you think Nimiar would participate in this as well?"
"I don't see why not, she's been dying to see you two together ever since she found out Mel did have feelings other than hate toward you."
"Exactly how obvious is it that I've completely fallen for her?"
"TOO obvious if you ask me.." Vidanric sighed and stared at the steamy liquid in his mug. "Everyone with half a brain can tell, with the exception of Mel of course."
"Are you implying that Meliara doesn't have half a brain or that her ignorance keeps her in the dark on the matter?"
Bran shrugged, "I know she isn't stupid and I'd never even think of implying that - espeacially if she was in ear-shot. So, I guess it'd have to be the second one..the one about ignorance."
A roll of the eyes would have been ideal at this point in the conversation, but as we all know, Vidanric was brought up to well to do something like that. He settled for another sigh instead.
"Perhaps we should commence the plan." Vidanric suggested.
"Right, I'll just go drag Mel off for a day out on the town. You're sure it's all right if we stay here an extra day?"
"Yes, I sent a letter to inform my mother of our delay, and the inn keeper insisted it was no trouble at all."
"Well, I'll just be off then. See you this evening, Danric." With that, Bran stood and went to interrupt Meliara and Nee's breakfast.
Vidanric sighed - once again - and drained the rest of his coffee. He then stood and left the room as well. (I know I said he'd set everything up..but oh well.)
Let's have a recap on Mel and Nee:
"You can't deny something if it isn't real."
"Obviously you can."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Meliara was now thoroughly confused (as is the author.).
Unfortunately for Mel, Nee did not answer her question, but went back to her breakfast. Meliara crossed her arms and glared at Nimiar who was ignoring her by now. The distinct sound of a growling stomach brought Mel back to the reality that she was hungry. Giving into her stomachs wishes, she piled food onto her plate and dug in.
Now back to our regularly schedueled programing:
Just as Meliara was finishing her breakfast, Bran barged in, smiling broadly, "Morning Nee, Mel!"
"You seem awfully cheerful this morning," Nimiar noted as she sippped some more coffee. Bran's grin widened.
"Danric wanted a word with you Nee." Nee gave him a puzzled look which was responded with a cough and a glance at Meliara.
"Ah! That's right. Well, I'll see the two of you late then." Nee smiled, got up and left the parlor.
"So, Mel.."
"Yes, Bran?"
"You up for a walk around town?"
Mel sighed and stared into her empty cup, "I might as well. I've nothing else to do."
"Right then, shall we be off?"
"I suppose.." Mel answered reluctantly. She then stood and followed Bran out of the parlor and down to the main room. As they made their way out of the inn, Mel caught a glimpse of yellow, and, upon investigating further, found it was Vidanric. He and Nee (that rhymes!) were seated at a table in a solitary corner, talking in hushed voices. Mel felt a pang in her heart just before she exited the room into the bright sunlight that had replaced the stormy skies. (This chapter didn't go as far as I wanted..but I really needed to post so..)
A/N: This is soooooooo late. Blame it on Harry Potter. Or J.K.Rowling. Evil woman. Phaerie is deeply sorry. She'll try her best to have the next chapter out on Sunday. If she gets nice reviews, then she types faster. So review and smack Phaerie really hard on the head if she doesn't have the next chapter out by Sunday.
~Phaerie (Who is really really really sorry!)
Disclaimer: Who is Phaerie? Not Sherwood Smith. What does that mean? Phaerie doesn't own these characters and whatnot. Why does Phaerie keep talking in the third person? Nobody knows. @_@ It's the Eighth Wonder of the Wooooooorld. Wow.
-:-Fish Kiss!-:-Chapter 4-:-
Let's have a recap, shall we?:
"Bran, I'm going to need your help on this, if you don't mind?"
"Anything to get you and Mel together. Sometimes I think she might actually be thicker than me."
"Good, I have this plan.."
Now, on to what Vidanric wants Bran to do..: (Yes, I am starting out with what Danric's up to for a change.)
Bran leaned forward as Vidanric told him his oh-so-fantastic plan in undertones. Passersby would find this quite odd had any one bothered them a glance. Two men, leaning over their mugs, whispering to each other and casting suspicious glances around the room making sure no one overheard them.
A few minutes later, Bran had been filled in on just what the plan was, and he adreed to it heartily. "So, all I have to do is keep Mel occupied while you get everything ready?"
"Yes, that's all I need you to do. Do you think Nimiar would participate in this as well?"
"I don't see why not, she's been dying to see you two together ever since she found out Mel did have feelings other than hate toward you."
"Exactly how obvious is it that I've completely fallen for her?"
"TOO obvious if you ask me.." Vidanric sighed and stared at the steamy liquid in his mug. "Everyone with half a brain can tell, with the exception of Mel of course."
"Are you implying that Meliara doesn't have half a brain or that her ignorance keeps her in the dark on the matter?"
Bran shrugged, "I know she isn't stupid and I'd never even think of implying that - espeacially if she was in ear-shot. So, I guess it'd have to be the second one..the one about ignorance."
A roll of the eyes would have been ideal at this point in the conversation, but as we all know, Vidanric was brought up to well to do something like that. He settled for another sigh instead.
"Perhaps we should commence the plan." Vidanric suggested.
"Right, I'll just go drag Mel off for a day out on the town. You're sure it's all right if we stay here an extra day?"
"Yes, I sent a letter to inform my mother of our delay, and the inn keeper insisted it was no trouble at all."
"Well, I'll just be off then. See you this evening, Danric." With that, Bran stood and went to interrupt Meliara and Nee's breakfast.
Vidanric sighed - once again - and drained the rest of his coffee. He then stood and left the room as well. (I know I said he'd set everything up..but oh well.)
Let's have a recap on Mel and Nee:
"You can't deny something if it isn't real."
"Obviously you can."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Meliara was now thoroughly confused (as is the author.).
Unfortunately for Mel, Nee did not answer her question, but went back to her breakfast. Meliara crossed her arms and glared at Nimiar who was ignoring her by now. The distinct sound of a growling stomach brought Mel back to the reality that she was hungry. Giving into her stomachs wishes, she piled food onto her plate and dug in.
Now back to our regularly schedueled programing:
Just as Meliara was finishing her breakfast, Bran barged in, smiling broadly, "Morning Nee, Mel!"
"You seem awfully cheerful this morning," Nimiar noted as she sippped some more coffee. Bran's grin widened.
"Danric wanted a word with you Nee." Nee gave him a puzzled look which was responded with a cough and a glance at Meliara.
"Ah! That's right. Well, I'll see the two of you late then." Nee smiled, got up and left the parlor.
"So, Mel.."
"Yes, Bran?"
"You up for a walk around town?"
Mel sighed and stared into her empty cup, "I might as well. I've nothing else to do."
"Right then, shall we be off?"
"I suppose.." Mel answered reluctantly. She then stood and followed Bran out of the parlor and down to the main room. As they made their way out of the inn, Mel caught a glimpse of yellow, and, upon investigating further, found it was Vidanric. He and Nee (that rhymes!) were seated at a table in a solitary corner, talking in hushed voices. Mel felt a pang in her heart just before she exited the room into the bright sunlight that had replaced the stormy skies. (This chapter didn't go as far as I wanted..but I really needed to post so..)
A/N: This is soooooooo late. Blame it on Harry Potter. Or J.K.Rowling. Evil woman. Phaerie is deeply sorry. She'll try her best to have the next chapter out on Sunday. If she gets nice reviews, then she types faster. So review and smack Phaerie really hard on the head if she doesn't have the next chapter out by Sunday.
~Phaerie (Who is really really really sorry!)