Disclaimer: If you copy my story or Firali, Leth, Ysande, Ralim, Jalen,
Vasrial, etc, they will bite you. Hah!
A/N: Looking under my bed this morning (don't ask me why), I saw a lot of bunnies. Most of them were dust, but one was a plotbunny. A rabid one-- I now have a scar on my arm. As usual, though, I need to get to the point: it's plotbunny time, so I'm not going to write much here besides the story. Well, to be honest, I've had this plotbunny for a while, it just was rather blunt today. I PROMISE I'll do notes to reviewers-- if I GET any reviews!-- tomorrow, or whenever I update next . . . this chapter is semi-action-y, but it'll be full blown in the next few . . .
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Sam's initial reaction was to cry out, "no!" to Letharen. He restrained himself, though, and said nothing for a moment while he sifted through his thoughts.
Though Sameth's every bone rebelled against sending his son off to almost certain danger, he forced himself to look deeper. He was well aware of Leth's apart-ness and outcast-hood among the palace and Abhorsen's House children, although Sam, from the perspective of the uninvolved, could also see that much of it was self-inflicted. Being drawn apart from the others had made Leth shut himself away more than bloodlines would ever have been able.
It was rather, Sam thought, like the situation Lirael had faced-- as she got older, everyone else gaining the Sight, as she tucked herself away-- but different, too. Had Lirael grown up in a different situation, one where her parents were alive while she was growing up, she could have been a happy, rather outgoing person. It was her environment that had molded her into the person she was.
But with Leth, Sameth sensed, no matter what had happened, Leth would have been the way he was. It wasn't the situation, it was his character. Even before it transpired that Leth had no special bloodline or gift, he had always been-- aloft. Alone. Outside.
And what it would mean to Letharen if he could go with his cousins-- it would mean the world. It had been so long since Leth was really happy . . .
Sameth's voice broke the silence. "To be honest, Leth, I'll need to think about it. If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone for a while to do so . . ." he trailed off.
Leth nodded curtly, showing none of his emotions on his face, as he hastily walked out the door.
There was a lot to think about. Leth made his way to where the Charter Stones-- the Great ones, all together-- were.
(A/N: can't find my book and forgot the place's name).
It was his favorite place to think-- or play-- or do anything, really. Apparently, everyone liked it, though Leth felt somehow that he liked it more than anyone else did. He also, strangely enough, felt somehow- - possessive-- about the Stones. Not possessive as in, "this is MY place to relax", but somehow deeper. He'd always had something of an affinity with stone, he loved it as deeply and almost subconsciously as he hated all of that fuss over bloodlines. It was a part of him.
He hadn't been to the Great Charters in quite some time, though, and couldn't help but brighten as he did so.
As Leth made himself comfortable and turned his thoughts over to Lirael and that mess, a beautiful stone caught his eye-- about the size of his fist, it was as round as a natural, uncut stone could be, with glimmers of all types of rocks in it.
/Wow/, he thought to himself, /that bit could only be pyrite, but over here it's almost flintlike! And I'd swear that's quartz over there/ Leth thought gleefully, caught up in a rock-collecter's joy at finding something new and interesting.
He was more than a little surprised when it showed just how new and interesting it was-- by speaking to him
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Ooooh, cliffie! Well, happy now? I know it's not real action, not yet, but doncha think it's getting there? I have the next chapter already typed up, but I'm waiting for some reviews, constructive criticism, and flames before I post it. MWAHAHAHAHA! Well, click that pretty gray button and start reviewing!
--EvilG
A/N: Looking under my bed this morning (don't ask me why), I saw a lot of bunnies. Most of them were dust, but one was a plotbunny. A rabid one-- I now have a scar on my arm. As usual, though, I need to get to the point: it's plotbunny time, so I'm not going to write much here besides the story. Well, to be honest, I've had this plotbunny for a while, it just was rather blunt today. I PROMISE I'll do notes to reviewers-- if I GET any reviews!-- tomorrow, or whenever I update next . . . this chapter is semi-action-y, but it'll be full blown in the next few . . .
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Sam's initial reaction was to cry out, "no!" to Letharen. He restrained himself, though, and said nothing for a moment while he sifted through his thoughts.
Though Sameth's every bone rebelled against sending his son off to almost certain danger, he forced himself to look deeper. He was well aware of Leth's apart-ness and outcast-hood among the palace and Abhorsen's House children, although Sam, from the perspective of the uninvolved, could also see that much of it was self-inflicted. Being drawn apart from the others had made Leth shut himself away more than bloodlines would ever have been able.
It was rather, Sam thought, like the situation Lirael had faced-- as she got older, everyone else gaining the Sight, as she tucked herself away-- but different, too. Had Lirael grown up in a different situation, one where her parents were alive while she was growing up, she could have been a happy, rather outgoing person. It was her environment that had molded her into the person she was.
But with Leth, Sameth sensed, no matter what had happened, Leth would have been the way he was. It wasn't the situation, it was his character. Even before it transpired that Leth had no special bloodline or gift, he had always been-- aloft. Alone. Outside.
And what it would mean to Letharen if he could go with his cousins-- it would mean the world. It had been so long since Leth was really happy . . .
Sameth's voice broke the silence. "To be honest, Leth, I'll need to think about it. If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone for a while to do so . . ." he trailed off.
Leth nodded curtly, showing none of his emotions on his face, as he hastily walked out the door.
There was a lot to think about. Leth made his way to where the Charter Stones-- the Great ones, all together-- were.
(A/N: can't find my book and forgot the place's name).
It was his favorite place to think-- or play-- or do anything, really. Apparently, everyone liked it, though Leth felt somehow that he liked it more than anyone else did. He also, strangely enough, felt somehow- - possessive-- about the Stones. Not possessive as in, "this is MY place to relax", but somehow deeper. He'd always had something of an affinity with stone, he loved it as deeply and almost subconsciously as he hated all of that fuss over bloodlines. It was a part of him.
He hadn't been to the Great Charters in quite some time, though, and couldn't help but brighten as he did so.
As Leth made himself comfortable and turned his thoughts over to Lirael and that mess, a beautiful stone caught his eye-- about the size of his fist, it was as round as a natural, uncut stone could be, with glimmers of all types of rocks in it.
/Wow/, he thought to himself, /that bit could only be pyrite, but over here it's almost flintlike! And I'd swear that's quartz over there/ Leth thought gleefully, caught up in a rock-collecter's joy at finding something new and interesting.
He was more than a little surprised when it showed just how new and interesting it was-- by speaking to him
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Ooooh, cliffie! Well, happy now? I know it's not real action, not yet, but doncha think it's getting there? I have the next chapter already typed up, but I'm waiting for some reviews, constructive criticism, and flames before I post it. MWAHAHAHAHA! Well, click that pretty gray button and start reviewing!
--EvilG