Kagame snarled slightly as he paced his work room. That dratted
witch! How was he supposed to retrieve the cloak when she had such blocks
around her mind? He was surprised to find them after his first spell had
worked so well. And her sisters. Well, he would deal with their insolence
later.
"Myst." He called walking down the stairs to see her sitting playing the piano. "I need to ask you something."
"Hmm?" She stopped playing and looked up. It was unnerving how a person under a spell could have such a intense gaze. He shook his head. He was becoming doubtful of his own abilities. That would be his downfall.
"Kagame?" he looked up. Myst was standing beside him now, her face slightly worried. "You started to say something then space out. What did you want to ask me?"
"I was wondering. Have you recently aquired a new cloak? The winters coming and I just wanted to make sure you were warm."
"Thanks for the thought," She said returning to the piano, "but I'm sure my old one will do just fine."
"How old is it?" Kagame asked.
She tilted her head to the side, eyes never leaving his. "Oh, about three years. Its still quite warm and thick. I don't need another one."
"Well, ok then." So she didn't have it. He turned and walked out of the room, unaware of the violet eyes that followed him. First grinning then fading.
* * * *
Myst watched Kagame walk out of the room before leaning her head against the piano. She wouldn't be able to keep this up. She hoped her sisters came up with a plan soon. She could only fight Kagame's spell off in intervals. With a sigh she returned to playing the piano and allowed the spell to take over once more. She'd save her strength for the moments that Kagame asked about the cloak. She wouldn't let him take it. She knew how paowerful it was.
"Myst." He called walking down the stairs to see her sitting playing the piano. "I need to ask you something."
"Hmm?" She stopped playing and looked up. It was unnerving how a person under a spell could have such a intense gaze. He shook his head. He was becoming doubtful of his own abilities. That would be his downfall.
"Kagame?" he looked up. Myst was standing beside him now, her face slightly worried. "You started to say something then space out. What did you want to ask me?"
"I was wondering. Have you recently aquired a new cloak? The winters coming and I just wanted to make sure you were warm."
"Thanks for the thought," She said returning to the piano, "but I'm sure my old one will do just fine."
"How old is it?" Kagame asked.
She tilted her head to the side, eyes never leaving his. "Oh, about three years. Its still quite warm and thick. I don't need another one."
"Well, ok then." So she didn't have it. He turned and walked out of the room, unaware of the violet eyes that followed him. First grinning then fading.
* * * *
Myst watched Kagame walk out of the room before leaning her head against the piano. She wouldn't be able to keep this up. She hoped her sisters came up with a plan soon. She could only fight Kagame's spell off in intervals. With a sigh she returned to playing the piano and allowed the spell to take over once more. She'd save her strength for the moments that Kagame asked about the cloak. She wouldn't let him take it. She knew how paowerful it was.