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Quinda - You won't find out who the F'dor is for a while. And did I say she? I'm not sure. Bwahaha. And yeah, I'd be nervous about showing something to Achmed too.but not Grunthor. Unfortionately, if he is going to end up telling on her every time she tells him stuff.nah. He wouldn't. Would he?
And I'll give a little something away, since it's in this chapter anyway: Ashe already stole one representative from Achmed, and he definitely won't let her steal another one. And don't worry, I'm not a fan of Bush. As for the baby, you'll see more of him later. And I know he has a name, but I can't remember it, so it'll be referred to as 'the baby' for yet another chapter. That's alright though, I'll look the name up soon.I think it's Moridan. And I hope you get well soon!
Without further ado:
Chapter 7: A confession and the beginning of a journey.
Grunthor was sitting at a table in one of the rooms that only he, Achmed, Rhapsody, and now Isis were allowed into. Isis walked in, looked around, and smiled from beneath her hood at Grunthor.
"I was hoping to find you here. Where's Achmed?"
"'is Majesty's busy making yer model bigger," Grunthor answered. "'e's planning on gettin' those new weapons of yers out as soon as possible. So what do ye want to talk abou'?"
"Grunthor, I had no idea you picked up on that type of thing so well," Isis said with feigned surprise.
"C'mon Miss. What d'ye need te talk abou'?"
"It's.ah, gods, this is stupid," Isis muttered to herself.
"C'mon miss, or I'll tell 'is Majesty that ye came to me to talk about somethin'," Grunthor teased. Isis sighed.
"I.I was just wondering about how Achmed felt about Rhapsody," she muttered. Grunthor raised an eyebrow.
"He's got lotsa differen' feelins about her, bu' I don' think I can tell ye them withou' 'is Majesty's consent," Grunthor said slowly. Isis's face was covered by the veil of her top, but the slight slump of her shoulders showed her disappointment.
"Oh," was all she said.
"Why, wha's wrong?" asked Grunthor. Mentally he had already started putting two and two together, but he wanted to see if Isis would tell him herself.
"It's nothing," Isis said quickly.
"It's somethin' alright," Grunthor shot back.
"I know I can't compete with her, alright?" snapped Isis. "She's an angel, and I.I'm just me." Embarrassed, she blushed and turned her head away.
"Yer jealus of Rhapsody? Why's that? Yer just as pretty as she is," replied Grunthor. He couldn't help but hide a smile. This game was amusing him.
"It's.it's not just that. She's married, and I think he's pining after her," Isis whispered. "I.I just wish I could break him out of that." As she said that, her voice was uncharacteristically so sad that Grunthor decided to stop playing his little game.
"Aww, c'mere darlin'. Do ye like 'is Majesty or somethin'?" he said. Isis walked over and accepted his hug gratefully for a minute before pulling away.
"Am I that obvious?" she asked with a sigh.
"I'm afraid so, miss," Grunthor admitted. Isis groaned.
"It was on'y when you started talkin' to me, 'is Majesty has no idea," Grunthor reassured her. Isis sighed in relief.
"Thanks Grunthor," she said with a smile. He smiled back.
"No pro'lem. An' don' worry, yer secret's safe with me."
"Again, thanks," she said.
"Thanks for what?" came Achmed's voice. Isis turned around with a strange look in her eye.
"Am I allowed to thank a friend for something?" she asked.
"Depends on what that something is," Achmed replied. Behind Isis, Grunthor shook his head. Achmed knew it was safe, so he left off. "My apologies. I came because we have an invitation. The great pompous warthog of all hogs is asking us to visit him. Well, he specifically said you, Isis, but I don't want you leaving without protection. I'm coming with you."
"Grea'. That means I get to stay and watch the home. Lovely," Grunthor groaned. Isis took the parchment out of Achmed's hand, and looked it over.
To the Lady Isis:
You are invited to stay at the Narvine Palace with the Lord Cymerian
Gwydion, and the Lady Cymerian Rhapsody. Please send word of your
coming before you arrive so proper preparations can be made.
"I already took the liberty of accepting on both of our parts," Achmed said smugly after Isis read it. "I'm sure the pig loved that." Isis laughed and shook her head before going to her room to pack her things. When she was gone, Achmed turned to Grunthor.
"What did she need to talk to you about?" he asked.
"Sir, I think if I told ye, she'd skin m'hide. It's a bit private." Achmed shrugged and left. He had his own packing to do, and if Grunthor told him not to worry, he wouldn't. However, for some reason she kept nagging him until he went to bed for the night.
Quinda - You won't find out who the F'dor is for a while. And did I say she? I'm not sure. Bwahaha. And yeah, I'd be nervous about showing something to Achmed too.but not Grunthor. Unfortionately, if he is going to end up telling on her every time she tells him stuff.nah. He wouldn't. Would he?
And I'll give a little something away, since it's in this chapter anyway: Ashe already stole one representative from Achmed, and he definitely won't let her steal another one. And don't worry, I'm not a fan of Bush. As for the baby, you'll see more of him later. And I know he has a name, but I can't remember it, so it'll be referred to as 'the baby' for yet another chapter. That's alright though, I'll look the name up soon.I think it's Moridan. And I hope you get well soon!
Without further ado:
Chapter 7: A confession and the beginning of a journey.
Grunthor was sitting at a table in one of the rooms that only he, Achmed, Rhapsody, and now Isis were allowed into. Isis walked in, looked around, and smiled from beneath her hood at Grunthor.
"I was hoping to find you here. Where's Achmed?"
"'is Majesty's busy making yer model bigger," Grunthor answered. "'e's planning on gettin' those new weapons of yers out as soon as possible. So what do ye want to talk abou'?"
"Grunthor, I had no idea you picked up on that type of thing so well," Isis said with feigned surprise.
"C'mon Miss. What d'ye need te talk abou'?"
"It's.ah, gods, this is stupid," Isis muttered to herself.
"C'mon miss, or I'll tell 'is Majesty that ye came to me to talk about somethin'," Grunthor teased. Isis sighed.
"I.I was just wondering about how Achmed felt about Rhapsody," she muttered. Grunthor raised an eyebrow.
"He's got lotsa differen' feelins about her, bu' I don' think I can tell ye them withou' 'is Majesty's consent," Grunthor said slowly. Isis's face was covered by the veil of her top, but the slight slump of her shoulders showed her disappointment.
"Oh," was all she said.
"Why, wha's wrong?" asked Grunthor. Mentally he had already started putting two and two together, but he wanted to see if Isis would tell him herself.
"It's nothing," Isis said quickly.
"It's somethin' alright," Grunthor shot back.
"I know I can't compete with her, alright?" snapped Isis. "She's an angel, and I.I'm just me." Embarrassed, she blushed and turned her head away.
"Yer jealus of Rhapsody? Why's that? Yer just as pretty as she is," replied Grunthor. He couldn't help but hide a smile. This game was amusing him.
"It's.it's not just that. She's married, and I think he's pining after her," Isis whispered. "I.I just wish I could break him out of that." As she said that, her voice was uncharacteristically so sad that Grunthor decided to stop playing his little game.
"Aww, c'mere darlin'. Do ye like 'is Majesty or somethin'?" he said. Isis walked over and accepted his hug gratefully for a minute before pulling away.
"Am I that obvious?" she asked with a sigh.
"I'm afraid so, miss," Grunthor admitted. Isis groaned.
"It was on'y when you started talkin' to me, 'is Majesty has no idea," Grunthor reassured her. Isis sighed in relief.
"Thanks Grunthor," she said with a smile. He smiled back.
"No pro'lem. An' don' worry, yer secret's safe with me."
"Again, thanks," she said.
"Thanks for what?" came Achmed's voice. Isis turned around with a strange look in her eye.
"Am I allowed to thank a friend for something?" she asked.
"Depends on what that something is," Achmed replied. Behind Isis, Grunthor shook his head. Achmed knew it was safe, so he left off. "My apologies. I came because we have an invitation. The great pompous warthog of all hogs is asking us to visit him. Well, he specifically said you, Isis, but I don't want you leaving without protection. I'm coming with you."
"Grea'. That means I get to stay and watch the home. Lovely," Grunthor groaned. Isis took the parchment out of Achmed's hand, and looked it over.
To the Lady Isis:
You are invited to stay at the Narvine Palace with the Lord Cymerian
Gwydion, and the Lady Cymerian Rhapsody. Please send word of your
coming before you arrive so proper preparations can be made.
"I already took the liberty of accepting on both of our parts," Achmed said smugly after Isis read it. "I'm sure the pig loved that." Isis laughed and shook her head before going to her room to pack her things. When she was gone, Achmed turned to Grunthor.
"What did she need to talk to you about?" he asked.
"Sir, I think if I told ye, she'd skin m'hide. It's a bit private." Achmed shrugged and left. He had his own packing to do, and if Grunthor told him not to worry, he wouldn't. However, for some reason she kept nagging him until he went to bed for the night.