[A/N] Hey people! I just wanted to get this out there, before I get a
bout of writer's block, and before the plot bunnies attack me to death.
Where they got a hold of those water guns I will never know. **Takes mini
water pistols from evil bunnies and shots until they bolt from room,
laughing evilly all to while.** Well, that out to keep them away from me
for a while. **grin**
Chapter Twenty-Five – Anguish
The next day, Catti-brie left the sparring field early with Delly and Serenity to get ready for the ball. A woman in the city would be carry for the little ones during the banquet, so the parents wouldn't have to worry about them. The young woman was anxious about the evening, and curious. She had spent the entire day trying to guilt Drizzt into telling her about what the tailor had fitted for him.
The stoic ranger hadn't given in, and she desperately wanted to find out what made him blush (though she was the only one that noticed, knowing him so well) every time she mention or asked about it.
Catti-brie was glad of the help given by Serenity to put her hair into place for that night. She was also excited to see how the others would react to the dress that the kindly tailor had fitted to her. Delly had already told her that she looked like nobility, making the young woman blush furiously.
Delly was wearing a soft gold dress that seemed to make her brown eyes seem darker, and only made her glow like some women with child. She had pulled her hair up in small braids, with combs holding them in place. Serenity was wearing long skirts made of a silken green clothe that brought out the dark green of her eyes.
Catti-brie could already tell that it would be a wonderful evening.
Before getting ready for the banquet, the women had watched as the servants had begun preparation for the night. Silk banners of rich black, shimmering silver and pale lavender had been hung all around the hall. The black and silver ones had images depicting scenes of wildlife and the forest. The lavender ones had wonderfully done images of unicorns, the well-known symbol of Mielikke. Catti-brie knew that the banquet was still being held in Drizzt's honor, and she knew that he would be *very* joyous to see that none of the banners depicted images of him.
She laughed as she thought of the look that he would have gotten if they had had images of such. When Serenity and Delly had given her quizzical looks, Catti-brie had explained, still laughing. They had laughed right along with her as they made their way down the hallway to their rooms.
Both nervous and excited, Catti-brie talked with the women, waiting anxiously for when Drizzt would come to escort her to the banquet.
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Wulfgar laughed as he listened to Bruenor complaining about the formalwear that Catti-brie had forced him into. No one else would've been able to convince him, but she had and that was what really irked him. The dwarf was wearing a brown, simply cut tunic with a light brown short underneath. The pants were a matching brown and he wore plain, black leather boots with the outfit. One of the servants had managed to get him out of wearing the helmet, and into keeping his wild, fiery red hair back from his face.
"'Tis not right fer a dwarf t' be wearin' formal stuff!" He grumbled, arms crossed tightly over his chest. A deep frown marred him face. "Dwarves get drunk 'round their friends and family! They're not t' be gettin' all trussed fer these kind o' 'ccasions."
Wulfgar knew that the sturdy dwarf was furious, but he at least didn't have a wife constantly fussing about what he was wearing.
He was wearing a pale blue tunic with matching leggings and a golden hued shirt underneath with soft brown boots. Delly had then spent a good half hour fixing and straightening everything that he husband was wearing. She had then made his comb and trim his long golden hair before making him shave the scruff of a beard that he still had left.
"At least you don't have a fussing wife," he smiled at the furious dwarf. "Well, maybe not yet . . ."
He left it at that, hopping away from the swinging dwarf. Bruenor missed, but as he looked down the hallway, he froze, mouth open and grey eyes wide.
"And I was goin' t' complain more 'bout me clothin'."
Drizzt scowled down at the dwarf, not to happy himself that he had already been forced into these clothes. He had already had several people who had been on their way to the banquet stop and stare. It had already made him more nervous that he already was about the evening, and he wished that it would stop.
"At least you aren't wearing silk, friend Bruenor." He grinned wickedly, looking at the combed hair. "But I see that someone finally tamed your hair, my friend."
Bruenor stuttered, a red heat creeping up his face, if anything could've made him lose it like that, it would have been that comment about his hair being brushed. Glaring at the drow, he cursed and made his way down the hall, to the banquet halls. Regis laughed as he made his way over to the companions. He was wearing all purple and blue silk, and the clothing seemed to slim the smaller-than-average halfling down.
The small being was amazed at how well the attire fit on Drizzt, and how noble he looked wearing it. Regis knew that Catti-brie would be in for quite the surprise when she saw him, there would be no doubt.
"Well, the banquet will be starting soon," he said, winking at the drow and barbarian. "Gabriel and Serenity have already found their places, along with most of the other nobles. I believe that soon after the other guests of honor have arrived, it will begin shortly after."
Wulfgar nodded, and knocked on the door, he would take Delly first, allowing his friend to come in after him with Catti-brie.
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Delly opened the door, recognizing Wulfgar's harder knock. About twenty minutes ago Gabriel had come to escort his wife to the banquet hall. Catti- brie wondered why Drizzt was late for escorting her to the banquet. A gasp and wink from Delly told her that he was indeed there, and that she was in for a surprise. After Delly and Wulfgar had left, the door closed and shortly after that, a soft, hesitant knock sounded from the outside. Smiling, Catti-brie stood and opened it, knowing that it was Drizzt.
Shock was complete when she saw him standing at the door, with a single, white rose held out to her. It was his attire that surprised the young woman.
He was wearing a simply cut, black silk tunic and matching leggings that showered off his slender build. The tunic was unbuttoned (or rather, had no buttons) to a point halfway down his chest. He wore a silver undershirt that had a high color that framed his ebon-skinned face perfectly. His long white hair had been left down, falling to his waist in thick, thick waves that stood out against the black cloth. The unicorn pendant seemed to glow against his dark-skinned chest. Sewn into the collar of the tunic a simple, yet elegant and beautiful edging of silver thread; the same pattern was sewn into the edged of the cloak he wore.
It was colored black, matching the tunic and leggings, but the inside was silver. The clasp was in the shape of a unicorn's head, fitting for one of Mielikke's rangers. The tunic was pushed back behind his left shoulder, but not on his right side. The soft, black leather boots that he was wearing had been tooled with silver designs that imitated those on his clothing.
On his brow was an elegant and beautifully wrought circlet of mithril, seeming to glow against his ebony skin. The circlet was tooled in much the same way as his clothing. Apparently, it had been specially designed for him to wear with the clothing. He looked beautiful, ethereal in a way that she had never seen him before. Then again, she had never before seen him in something so fitting for the nobility. It took Catti-brie a minute to realize that she was staring.
She smiled at him, looking into those brilliant lavender eyes, a splash of color against all that black and silver. Catti-brie took the rose, surprised when he took her hand and raised it to his lips, never taking his eyes off her.
The dress that she was wearing was the same deep blue of her eyes, bringing out the color in them. Her auburn hair was a splash of flame against the sapphire color of the silk clothe. The bodice of the dress pulled tight against her slender, feminine curves before it filled out more at the waist and fell in soft, silken folds to the floor. The dress had no shoulder and her skin showed pale again the cloth. The neckline was shaped in a v, and a small gold necklace hung around her neck, the only piece of jewelry that she was wearing.
Her hair had been pulled back from her face in small, carefully woven braids, but hung down her back, to her waist, in soft, silken waves. She looked amazing for the evening.
"My Lady-love outshines even the beauty of the stars this evening." He said softly as his lips lightly brushed her knuckles. Catti-brie blushed furiously at the sincere, and rare, compliment from the stoic drow.
"And I would say that ye look handsome, but ye look so much more than that, me ranger." Drizzt laughed softly, uneasily. "And ye'll be lookin' more like nobility than any one else there."
Smiling slightly, Drizzt held his arm out to Catti-brie, flushing enough for it to be obvious. Chuckling she took it, and together, the pair made their way to the banquet hall.
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[A/N] Hope every one likes this! I'll have another chapter up pretty quickly, so, yeah. Review please! Or else maybe what his gives her will YET remain a mystery! **evil giggle** TTFN
Chapter Twenty-Five – Anguish
The next day, Catti-brie left the sparring field early with Delly and Serenity to get ready for the ball. A woman in the city would be carry for the little ones during the banquet, so the parents wouldn't have to worry about them. The young woman was anxious about the evening, and curious. She had spent the entire day trying to guilt Drizzt into telling her about what the tailor had fitted for him.
The stoic ranger hadn't given in, and she desperately wanted to find out what made him blush (though she was the only one that noticed, knowing him so well) every time she mention or asked about it.
Catti-brie was glad of the help given by Serenity to put her hair into place for that night. She was also excited to see how the others would react to the dress that the kindly tailor had fitted to her. Delly had already told her that she looked like nobility, making the young woman blush furiously.
Delly was wearing a soft gold dress that seemed to make her brown eyes seem darker, and only made her glow like some women with child. She had pulled her hair up in small braids, with combs holding them in place. Serenity was wearing long skirts made of a silken green clothe that brought out the dark green of her eyes.
Catti-brie could already tell that it would be a wonderful evening.
Before getting ready for the banquet, the women had watched as the servants had begun preparation for the night. Silk banners of rich black, shimmering silver and pale lavender had been hung all around the hall. The black and silver ones had images depicting scenes of wildlife and the forest. The lavender ones had wonderfully done images of unicorns, the well-known symbol of Mielikke. Catti-brie knew that the banquet was still being held in Drizzt's honor, and she knew that he would be *very* joyous to see that none of the banners depicted images of him.
She laughed as she thought of the look that he would have gotten if they had had images of such. When Serenity and Delly had given her quizzical looks, Catti-brie had explained, still laughing. They had laughed right along with her as they made their way down the hallway to their rooms.
Both nervous and excited, Catti-brie talked with the women, waiting anxiously for when Drizzt would come to escort her to the banquet.
* * * * *
Wulfgar laughed as he listened to Bruenor complaining about the formalwear that Catti-brie had forced him into. No one else would've been able to convince him, but she had and that was what really irked him. The dwarf was wearing a brown, simply cut tunic with a light brown short underneath. The pants were a matching brown and he wore plain, black leather boots with the outfit. One of the servants had managed to get him out of wearing the helmet, and into keeping his wild, fiery red hair back from his face.
"'Tis not right fer a dwarf t' be wearin' formal stuff!" He grumbled, arms crossed tightly over his chest. A deep frown marred him face. "Dwarves get drunk 'round their friends and family! They're not t' be gettin' all trussed fer these kind o' 'ccasions."
Wulfgar knew that the sturdy dwarf was furious, but he at least didn't have a wife constantly fussing about what he was wearing.
He was wearing a pale blue tunic with matching leggings and a golden hued shirt underneath with soft brown boots. Delly had then spent a good half hour fixing and straightening everything that he husband was wearing. She had then made his comb and trim his long golden hair before making him shave the scruff of a beard that he still had left.
"At least you don't have a fussing wife," he smiled at the furious dwarf. "Well, maybe not yet . . ."
He left it at that, hopping away from the swinging dwarf. Bruenor missed, but as he looked down the hallway, he froze, mouth open and grey eyes wide.
"And I was goin' t' complain more 'bout me clothin'."
Drizzt scowled down at the dwarf, not to happy himself that he had already been forced into these clothes. He had already had several people who had been on their way to the banquet stop and stare. It had already made him more nervous that he already was about the evening, and he wished that it would stop.
"At least you aren't wearing silk, friend Bruenor." He grinned wickedly, looking at the combed hair. "But I see that someone finally tamed your hair, my friend."
Bruenor stuttered, a red heat creeping up his face, if anything could've made him lose it like that, it would have been that comment about his hair being brushed. Glaring at the drow, he cursed and made his way down the hall, to the banquet halls. Regis laughed as he made his way over to the companions. He was wearing all purple and blue silk, and the clothing seemed to slim the smaller-than-average halfling down.
The small being was amazed at how well the attire fit on Drizzt, and how noble he looked wearing it. Regis knew that Catti-brie would be in for quite the surprise when she saw him, there would be no doubt.
"Well, the banquet will be starting soon," he said, winking at the drow and barbarian. "Gabriel and Serenity have already found their places, along with most of the other nobles. I believe that soon after the other guests of honor have arrived, it will begin shortly after."
Wulfgar nodded, and knocked on the door, he would take Delly first, allowing his friend to come in after him with Catti-brie.
* * * * *
Delly opened the door, recognizing Wulfgar's harder knock. About twenty minutes ago Gabriel had come to escort his wife to the banquet hall. Catti- brie wondered why Drizzt was late for escorting her to the banquet. A gasp and wink from Delly told her that he was indeed there, and that she was in for a surprise. After Delly and Wulfgar had left, the door closed and shortly after that, a soft, hesitant knock sounded from the outside. Smiling, Catti-brie stood and opened it, knowing that it was Drizzt.
Shock was complete when she saw him standing at the door, with a single, white rose held out to her. It was his attire that surprised the young woman.
He was wearing a simply cut, black silk tunic and matching leggings that showered off his slender build. The tunic was unbuttoned (or rather, had no buttons) to a point halfway down his chest. He wore a silver undershirt that had a high color that framed his ebon-skinned face perfectly. His long white hair had been left down, falling to his waist in thick, thick waves that stood out against the black cloth. The unicorn pendant seemed to glow against his dark-skinned chest. Sewn into the collar of the tunic a simple, yet elegant and beautiful edging of silver thread; the same pattern was sewn into the edged of the cloak he wore.
It was colored black, matching the tunic and leggings, but the inside was silver. The clasp was in the shape of a unicorn's head, fitting for one of Mielikke's rangers. The tunic was pushed back behind his left shoulder, but not on his right side. The soft, black leather boots that he was wearing had been tooled with silver designs that imitated those on his clothing.
On his brow was an elegant and beautifully wrought circlet of mithril, seeming to glow against his ebony skin. The circlet was tooled in much the same way as his clothing. Apparently, it had been specially designed for him to wear with the clothing. He looked beautiful, ethereal in a way that she had never seen him before. Then again, she had never before seen him in something so fitting for the nobility. It took Catti-brie a minute to realize that she was staring.
She smiled at him, looking into those brilliant lavender eyes, a splash of color against all that black and silver. Catti-brie took the rose, surprised when he took her hand and raised it to his lips, never taking his eyes off her.
The dress that she was wearing was the same deep blue of her eyes, bringing out the color in them. Her auburn hair was a splash of flame against the sapphire color of the silk clothe. The bodice of the dress pulled tight against her slender, feminine curves before it filled out more at the waist and fell in soft, silken folds to the floor. The dress had no shoulder and her skin showed pale again the cloth. The neckline was shaped in a v, and a small gold necklace hung around her neck, the only piece of jewelry that she was wearing.
Her hair had been pulled back from her face in small, carefully woven braids, but hung down her back, to her waist, in soft, silken waves. She looked amazing for the evening.
"My Lady-love outshines even the beauty of the stars this evening." He said softly as his lips lightly brushed her knuckles. Catti-brie blushed furiously at the sincere, and rare, compliment from the stoic drow.
"And I would say that ye look handsome, but ye look so much more than that, me ranger." Drizzt laughed softly, uneasily. "And ye'll be lookin' more like nobility than any one else there."
Smiling slightly, Drizzt held his arm out to Catti-brie, flushing enough for it to be obvious. Chuckling she took it, and together, the pair made their way to the banquet hall.
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[A/N] Hope every one likes this! I'll have another chapter up pretty quickly, so, yeah. Review please! Or else maybe what his gives her will YET remain a mystery! **evil giggle** TTFN