Willow-Switch and Rabbit
By: Elspeth the Minstrel
A/N: I am not plagiarizing Naidel's story, I am Naidel, but am moving this story to my own author account. In response to the reviews I got when this story was posted in the other place: Thank you soooo much, Josiphleeny, Tani Barton, NightShade, and Kia! Kia: I'll try, but I don't have any ideas for a story about a young Jiriki right now… I'm thinking of writing something about Josua and/or Derra and Deornoth after TGAT. :)
Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own anything… :(
"Jiriki, why does everyone call you Willow-switch?" Simon asked suddenly. It was evening, and the sun was just beginning to disappear behind the trees on the outskirts of Jao e-Tinukai'i. Simon and Jiriki were sitting in Jiriki's house, listening to the crickets and bullfrogs.
Jiriki looked at Simon, his bright, feline eyes as unreadable as ever. "As I told you, Seoman. For the same reason I call you Snowlock."
"What?! Have you, too, fought a snow dragon and been marked by its blood?!" Simon demanded, upset with the Sithi's infuriating riddle-like speech.
Jiriki simply blinked, his expression still placid. "It is a long story, one that took place long ago," He said after a brief pause.
"Will you tell me?"
"Of course, my Hikka Staja…"