Aaaaaand now, for those of you who care, we are proud to preeeeeseeeeent...
Chapter two! Featuring people! More people! And last but not least, some
other people! And an Elf. And me, which makes it all worthwhile, now
doesn't it? *preens* I like to thin-*Casey runs in and hits Meghan on the
head* Ow. I'll shut up now.
After not quite two more hours, the girls turned down the road leading to the lake. Meghan was now carrying the basket, Casey skipping along happily. After a brief conference on where to go, they decided on going through a trail to the little bridge they had discovered the year before where there was lots of shade.
Once they had made their way the tiny bridge, they dumped their stuff by the side of the river and sat, spreading out a blanket.
Casey looked at her towel. "Do you really want to go swimming?" She asked, looking at the water doubtfully.
"No."
"I applaud your wise decision. You are wise beyond all knowing."
Meghan laughed. "I'm hungry. Again. Actually, I'm still hungry. I'm eating a sandwich now."
"I know you're hungry. You're always hungry. Give me one too." She caught the sandwich Meghan threw at her, and pulled it open. "Meghan? Peanut butter and tomato? I think this one's yours." She tossed it back at Meghan, making a face. Meghan had odd tastes.
"It's good! Really, it is! You want a piece?"
Casey shook her head, and found something a little more appetizing, finally pulling out a normal looking roast beef. Meghan wrinkled her nose. "Ick." She said as the smell wafted over her. "How can you eat that?" Meghan was a vegetarian.
Casey gave her a flat stare. Meghan giggled. At that point something fell into the river beside them with a great splash. They stared.
A very wet person was flapping madly about in the shallow water, yelling something in a frightened tone. They could tell from his voice that it was a guy, but other than that, they had no idea who it was. He was thrashing about, trying to unwrap what looked like a cloak from around his head. It seemed to be getting more tangled from his struggles. Finally, with one great heave, he landed on the bank with his head popping free.
He had light brown hair that, had it been dry, would have been curly, and an adorable, mischievous face that was right now bewildered and sopping. Water was dripping from his nose as he stared at his surroundings curiously, not yet noticing the girls.
Casey stood up and walked quietly over to him, watching from behind as he struggled to get out of his sodden cloak. She leaned over and tentatively said, "Are you-" but was interrupted when he looked at her and screamed a very shrill scream. He lashed out, trying to get up, hit Casey, and run away at the same time. He fell back in the water.
A startled burst of laughter came from Meghan, (who was holding a butter knife in her hand rather menacingly, or as menacingly as she could manage) and she and Casey shared an incredulous look that lasted all of two seconds, when another being fell out of the sky. This one was much bigger, however.
Casey, standing closest to the stream, immediately jumped away to avoid getting fallen on, but Meghan was getting curious, and she leaned forward to look.
This newcomer, however, did not land in the stream, but on the bank beside her. He hit the ground rolling, coming up in a smooth summersault to stand in front of her. At the same time as he straightened up, there was a steely hiss in the air, and he figure drew two short and dangerous looking blades from scabbards on his back, holding them crossed and inches from Meghan's throat. All this happened faster than she could breath.
Meghan stood stock still, not daring to move or even breath. Behind her she heard Casey gasp, and she slowly raised her eyes to her attacker's face.
His eyes were a deep blue, and quite possibly the most beautiful things she had ever seen. They were, however, full of suppressed anger and a deadly calm danger. He also had- was it true? Pointed ears? She stared at him, he glared back. Neither one attempted to move or speak.
Behind them, Casey was trying her best to figure out something to do that wouldn't get them killed. She was distracted, though, when she looked up and realized that she was surrounded by two men holding swords to her throat. She made a kind of whimpering sound, and closed her eyes, a series of curses running through her mind.
The stranger holding his knives at Meghan's throats said something is a demanding tone. It was also not in English. She furrowed her brow, replying in English. "I don't understand." He glared at her. "Well, I don't." She said, a bit defensively. Another crash was heard from the direction of the river. The first newcomer had fallen back in, with another, newer person on top of him.
"Ow!" The newest addition said. Then he looked down. "Pippin!" He said in a delighted voice. "What are you doing here?"
A gurgle came in answer. It sounded like, "You're sitting on my head."
For a second, Meghan's attacker relaxed his attention on her, and spun around to check if the newcomer was a threat. She took advantage of that second to duck away, run towards Casey, who had had the same idea, and the two of them ran towards the bridge together, as someone else fell from the sky into their picnic basket.
Ooooh! The drama! *sings the review song again* And ow, my head hurts.
A/N Gothic Elf- I have never read Terry Prachett. I own three of his books, but have never read them. I have, however, read Douglas Adams (right before writing the first bit of the story) and it's reflected in the way I write. If you heven't read his books yet, do! I wouldn't, at first, because I resented the fact that they were Sci-Fi. But I did (Mainly because the guy in the bookstore trying to sell them to me was CUTE.) and loved them! Honestly, I would LOVE to drool over Legolas, but there's far to much of it everywhere else and it annoys me, so I WILL NOT stoop to that. Heh. Anyways...
After not quite two more hours, the girls turned down the road leading to the lake. Meghan was now carrying the basket, Casey skipping along happily. After a brief conference on where to go, they decided on going through a trail to the little bridge they had discovered the year before where there was lots of shade.
Once they had made their way the tiny bridge, they dumped their stuff by the side of the river and sat, spreading out a blanket.
Casey looked at her towel. "Do you really want to go swimming?" She asked, looking at the water doubtfully.
"No."
"I applaud your wise decision. You are wise beyond all knowing."
Meghan laughed. "I'm hungry. Again. Actually, I'm still hungry. I'm eating a sandwich now."
"I know you're hungry. You're always hungry. Give me one too." She caught the sandwich Meghan threw at her, and pulled it open. "Meghan? Peanut butter and tomato? I think this one's yours." She tossed it back at Meghan, making a face. Meghan had odd tastes.
"It's good! Really, it is! You want a piece?"
Casey shook her head, and found something a little more appetizing, finally pulling out a normal looking roast beef. Meghan wrinkled her nose. "Ick." She said as the smell wafted over her. "How can you eat that?" Meghan was a vegetarian.
Casey gave her a flat stare. Meghan giggled. At that point something fell into the river beside them with a great splash. They stared.
A very wet person was flapping madly about in the shallow water, yelling something in a frightened tone. They could tell from his voice that it was a guy, but other than that, they had no idea who it was. He was thrashing about, trying to unwrap what looked like a cloak from around his head. It seemed to be getting more tangled from his struggles. Finally, with one great heave, he landed on the bank with his head popping free.
He had light brown hair that, had it been dry, would have been curly, and an adorable, mischievous face that was right now bewildered and sopping. Water was dripping from his nose as he stared at his surroundings curiously, not yet noticing the girls.
Casey stood up and walked quietly over to him, watching from behind as he struggled to get out of his sodden cloak. She leaned over and tentatively said, "Are you-" but was interrupted when he looked at her and screamed a very shrill scream. He lashed out, trying to get up, hit Casey, and run away at the same time. He fell back in the water.
A startled burst of laughter came from Meghan, (who was holding a butter knife in her hand rather menacingly, or as menacingly as she could manage) and she and Casey shared an incredulous look that lasted all of two seconds, when another being fell out of the sky. This one was much bigger, however.
Casey, standing closest to the stream, immediately jumped away to avoid getting fallen on, but Meghan was getting curious, and she leaned forward to look.
This newcomer, however, did not land in the stream, but on the bank beside her. He hit the ground rolling, coming up in a smooth summersault to stand in front of her. At the same time as he straightened up, there was a steely hiss in the air, and he figure drew two short and dangerous looking blades from scabbards on his back, holding them crossed and inches from Meghan's throat. All this happened faster than she could breath.
Meghan stood stock still, not daring to move or even breath. Behind her she heard Casey gasp, and she slowly raised her eyes to her attacker's face.
His eyes were a deep blue, and quite possibly the most beautiful things she had ever seen. They were, however, full of suppressed anger and a deadly calm danger. He also had- was it true? Pointed ears? She stared at him, he glared back. Neither one attempted to move or speak.
Behind them, Casey was trying her best to figure out something to do that wouldn't get them killed. She was distracted, though, when she looked up and realized that she was surrounded by two men holding swords to her throat. She made a kind of whimpering sound, and closed her eyes, a series of curses running through her mind.
The stranger holding his knives at Meghan's throats said something is a demanding tone. It was also not in English. She furrowed her brow, replying in English. "I don't understand." He glared at her. "Well, I don't." She said, a bit defensively. Another crash was heard from the direction of the river. The first newcomer had fallen back in, with another, newer person on top of him.
"Ow!" The newest addition said. Then he looked down. "Pippin!" He said in a delighted voice. "What are you doing here?"
A gurgle came in answer. It sounded like, "You're sitting on my head."
For a second, Meghan's attacker relaxed his attention on her, and spun around to check if the newcomer was a threat. She took advantage of that second to duck away, run towards Casey, who had had the same idea, and the two of them ran towards the bridge together, as someone else fell from the sky into their picnic basket.
Ooooh! The drama! *sings the review song again* And ow, my head hurts.
A/N Gothic Elf- I have never read Terry Prachett. I own three of his books, but have never read them. I have, however, read Douglas Adams (right before writing the first bit of the story) and it's reflected in the way I write. If you heven't read his books yet, do! I wouldn't, at first, because I resented the fact that they were Sci-Fi. But I did (Mainly because the guy in the bookstore trying to sell them to me was CUTE.) and loved them! Honestly, I would LOVE to drool over Legolas, but there's far to much of it everywhere else and it annoys me, so I WILL NOT stoop to that. Heh. Anyways...