((And here we get Numair into it all. It's his turn, Lissien and Tristan
have both already had theirs.))
Numair followed his father through the alleyway. "Why are we looking for Lissien?" he asked for the tenth time. "She's probably just with Copper or someone." Not that I blame her, he thought. He had always had a crush on Copper's big sister, Silver. Sure she was three years older then him, but he could always hope.
"Because we need to find her," Briar explained. "She was angry and distraught when she ran away. Who knows where she could have ended up? She could be hurt."
"I bet she's at Aunt Daja's with Copper. I wish I could be there rather then here." Even though Numair loved the streets he loved Aunt Daja's house much better. He had some friends on the streets but none so strong as Steel was or as pretty as Silver. Silver had that long, soft silver colored hair and clear brown eyes. Her skin was the color of light chocolate and she laughed like bells.
Briar cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows. Numair blushed and looked at his feet. "Daydreaming again?" Briar asked. Numair nodded sheepishly. "About which lucky girl?" Briar asked.
"I'm not telling," Numair said. His father would taunt and tease him, he knew he would. And he expected it; if he didn't then he'd feel hurt.
"Oh come now Numair!" Briar said. "If you don't tell me then I'll figure it out eventually, you know that I will. The street rats will be eager enough to say of course."
"Silver," Numair said. "I have a small crush on Silver."
"Daja's girl?" Briar asked and Numair nodded. "Well she is rather pretty son, but she's three years older then you."
"I know," Numair said miserably. "But I can't help it, she's so beautiful!"
Briar chuckled. "I understand son," he said. "And I know how you feel. But beauty isn't always the best. Although I am glad I married your mother do not get me wrong there."
"Why did Lissien flee the castle?" Numair asked to change the subject.
"She heard something that upset her greatly."
"What did she hear?" Numair asked. "What could make her flee recklessly?"
Briar's face stiffened and he looked away for a moment. "Well if Lissien knows you can know," he conceded. "After all you're older." He took a deep breath. "Tristan is only your half-sister. She's my daughter and Trisana's."
For a moment Numair said nothing. Then he laughed. "Is that all?" he asked through his laughs. "I've known that for quite a while!"
"How?" Briar demanded.
"I looked at her face, your face, mother's face and Aunt Tris's face. It isn't that hard to see the similarities and differences," Numair said. "And you know how certain street rats like to gossip and I hang around with them quite a bit. Certain ones have been saying that Tristan is not mother's daughter for quite some time now if I recall correctly."
Briar's face turned bright red. "Which ones?" he asked.
"Lilly-eyes and Smallstock," Numair replied quickly. "But please don't harm them, they are me friends."
"Your mother would object to you befriending street rats," Briar noted.
"Mother married a street rat once named Roach," Numair shot back.
"So what's your street name?" Briar asked. He had known for quite a while that his son was hanging around street rats.
"They all call me Greenhand," Numair replied. "I help their small gardens to prosper whenever I can get out of the castle."
"That is good for you Numair," Briar told him. "I am glad that you help the common and poor even though they cannot pay you."
"Of course I do," Numair replied. "It is my job and we have always been taught to help those who need it. The poor need it as much as the rich do."
"Good lad," Briar said. "Now that I think of it though let's stop looking through these alleys. Your sister is probably over at Daja's like you said. Come and let's see."
((Sorry if the quality is going slightly down, it'll shoot up again but I wanted to stick Numair in there somehow. Please REVIEW!!!))
Numair followed his father through the alleyway. "Why are we looking for Lissien?" he asked for the tenth time. "She's probably just with Copper or someone." Not that I blame her, he thought. He had always had a crush on Copper's big sister, Silver. Sure she was three years older then him, but he could always hope.
"Because we need to find her," Briar explained. "She was angry and distraught when she ran away. Who knows where she could have ended up? She could be hurt."
"I bet she's at Aunt Daja's with Copper. I wish I could be there rather then here." Even though Numair loved the streets he loved Aunt Daja's house much better. He had some friends on the streets but none so strong as Steel was or as pretty as Silver. Silver had that long, soft silver colored hair and clear brown eyes. Her skin was the color of light chocolate and she laughed like bells.
Briar cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows. Numair blushed and looked at his feet. "Daydreaming again?" Briar asked. Numair nodded sheepishly. "About which lucky girl?" Briar asked.
"I'm not telling," Numair said. His father would taunt and tease him, he knew he would. And he expected it; if he didn't then he'd feel hurt.
"Oh come now Numair!" Briar said. "If you don't tell me then I'll figure it out eventually, you know that I will. The street rats will be eager enough to say of course."
"Silver," Numair said. "I have a small crush on Silver."
"Daja's girl?" Briar asked and Numair nodded. "Well she is rather pretty son, but she's three years older then you."
"I know," Numair said miserably. "But I can't help it, she's so beautiful!"
Briar chuckled. "I understand son," he said. "And I know how you feel. But beauty isn't always the best. Although I am glad I married your mother do not get me wrong there."
"Why did Lissien flee the castle?" Numair asked to change the subject.
"She heard something that upset her greatly."
"What did she hear?" Numair asked. "What could make her flee recklessly?"
Briar's face stiffened and he looked away for a moment. "Well if Lissien knows you can know," he conceded. "After all you're older." He took a deep breath. "Tristan is only your half-sister. She's my daughter and Trisana's."
For a moment Numair said nothing. Then he laughed. "Is that all?" he asked through his laughs. "I've known that for quite a while!"
"How?" Briar demanded.
"I looked at her face, your face, mother's face and Aunt Tris's face. It isn't that hard to see the similarities and differences," Numair said. "And you know how certain street rats like to gossip and I hang around with them quite a bit. Certain ones have been saying that Tristan is not mother's daughter for quite some time now if I recall correctly."
Briar's face turned bright red. "Which ones?" he asked.
"Lilly-eyes and Smallstock," Numair replied quickly. "But please don't harm them, they are me friends."
"Your mother would object to you befriending street rats," Briar noted.
"Mother married a street rat once named Roach," Numair shot back.
"So what's your street name?" Briar asked. He had known for quite a while that his son was hanging around street rats.
"They all call me Greenhand," Numair replied. "I help their small gardens to prosper whenever I can get out of the castle."
"That is good for you Numair," Briar told him. "I am glad that you help the common and poor even though they cannot pay you."
"Of course I do," Numair replied. "It is my job and we have always been taught to help those who need it. The poor need it as much as the rich do."
"Good lad," Briar said. "Now that I think of it though let's stop looking through these alleys. Your sister is probably over at Daja's like you said. Come and let's see."
((Sorry if the quality is going slightly down, it'll shoot up again but I wanted to stick Numair in there somehow. Please REVIEW!!!))
