A/N- You all should know this but anyways to cover my legal butt-
I own NOTHING in this story save Shadowflame, Darkfire and Ayren. Everything else belongs to Mercedes Lackey. Oh and all the mistakes are mine too. ;P
Anyways- This chappie was done through great pain and neglect. Poor Kyrette could not play with the children for three whole hours while this was getting written.
Kyrette- :Can I please go play with the children now??:
Cat- Wait just a few moments while I finish things up ok? Then you can play with them while I cook.
Kyrette- :Good! Hurry!:
Geez you see what you get trying to write with a muse who loves your kids more than you?
So I'll let you read this now and there'll be more at the end....
Chapter 3-
That night Firesong began to wonder what had happened to his sister. No one of them had seen her since she had offered them her hospitality and had the bath brought to his room.
Admittedly he had been shocked when she had not only offered her home to them but had seen to his personal quirks. He had been shocked but honored. He thought he could guess how hard it was for her to be around other Hawkbrothers. She had been tossed from vale to vale from the time she was 3.
Firesong sighed and closed his eyes for just a moment, allowing the memories to wash over him.
The night was cool outside the veil. Winter had just released its grasp on the outside world. Inside the veil, Starfall paced around the bathing pool, his usually unreadable face a study in seething anger. Near the edge of the Vale, his wife was in tears as she handed over her beautiful red haired child to another relative. Firesong stood near the railing of the ekele where he could see both his parents. He saw his uncle leave with his silent little sister and again cursed his father's stubbornness.
Later that night, the argument roused him out of a sound sleep. "I have done what you asked of me! I have given my child away to make you happy! What more could you ask of me?!" His mother's voice pierced the night.
"I want it to never have happened!" Starfall's angry voice was softer but much more deadly than his wife's. "For the rest of my life I have to know that somewhere that little brat is out there!"
Firesong hadn't listened any longer, not wanting to hear the argument again. They had fought over it for months now. When his father had come home from almost a year being gone, with Firesong with him, they had both been shocked to find his mother very pregnant and very quiet as to who the father might be.
His father had questioned everyone in the vale yet no one had known nor confessed to being the father. Firesong had been happy to welcome a new sibling. He had not been able to understand why his father had been so angry until he had figured out that the child was not his father's.
A few years later…
Firesong sat inside his own ekele finishing his packaging instructions to the hertasi that was packing his belongings for his trip to Haven. He was startled to hear furtive steps on his stairs. Freezing, his bird Aya, fluttered to her perch, they both listened to his surprise visitor come up the stairs.
Then, a very dear face, framed by silver-white hair like his own, poked her head around the doorframe. Quickly he grabbed her and dragged her into the room. "What are you doing here? Are you insane if my father sees you…" She cut him off laughing.
"Do you think me so poor a scout to get caught by him?" She shoved him away and studied his outfit. "Still the peacock I see."
"And you're still the wren, sis." He hugged her to him and she returned it, snuggling close to him for a moment.
"I came to say good bye, Firesong," she said into his chest. "You're going on to Haven and I must travel for a time. Be careful, big brother." without another word she turned and left. That was the last time he saw her….
Firesong came back to himself with a small shake. That was a long time ago. Now he had seen his sister again and she was changed. Changed in ways he couldn't begin to understand. First was her hair. How had it become red? How had her hair changed color from the silvery white of most Tayledrans to the deep red, almost mahogany color that she bore now?
When his entire party was gathered, Firesong led the way out of the vale and towards the Royal Gardens where the reception would take place. Aya and Kuari led the way, winging overhead to perch in the trees ringing the garden. Ayren was already there but Firesong could not see his sister.
Then as he began to ignore the others in his group, the crowd parted a bit and let him see to where Alberich, Selenay and Talia were standing. But they were not alone. Standing with them was a young woman wearing clothes that looked very similar to a Herald's formal whites. When she turned and looked in his direction he caught his breath. Silverfox was standing next to him and turned to him. "What is it?" He asked softly allowing Darien to carry the conversation with the Seneschal.
Firesong closed his eyes hoping it would go away but when he opened them he saw his sister headed his way and her outfit had not changed. He looked at Silverfox. "Do you see what she is wearing?!" He hissed.
Shadowflame chuckled overhearing what he said. "Don't worry Firesong there is nothing wrong with my outfit."
He clenched his fists but kept his voice low. "How can you say that? You are mocking all of the Heralds! How could you dare to wear that?"
Firesong then saw something he'd only ever seen when his father was around. Shadowflame's face went blank and her eyes went as dark as crystal eyes could. "I do not mock them, Adept Firesong. I honor them. Queen Selenay herself ordered these 'Blacks' made for me because of what I have become and what Darkfire has become. If you ask instead of judge you would know this." She bowed, very correctly to the entire delegation. "If you'll forgive me, I don't feel well and will return to my ekele." So saying she turned on her heel and made excuses to Selenay and left the garden. Ayren left his tree and followed her after giving Firesong an angry look.
Firesong stood silently, watching her rigid back leave the garden and be swallowed by the shadows.
Selenay watched her as well. Her Companion, Caryo, an ever calm presence in the back of her mind, spoke. :Darkfire knows what has happened and is waiting for her. Do not worry, he will care for her.: Selenay released a sigh of relief. Darkfire had calmed her before and would know what to do for her.
Selenay thought of the young Lady and wondered what had happened to make her leave so abruptly. So she followed the girl's path and saw Firesong looking (she thought) shocked, dazed and most assuredly, confused. She strolled over to him unhurriedly. She nodded to people on the way. From the other side of the garden she could see Daren also making his way toward Firesong. They drew the entire Tayledran group to one side of the garden where Talia and Alberich stood between them and the rest of the party.
Firesong was the first to speak. "Your Majesty, I apologize for any insult my sister has inadvertently given you with her copying the formal wear of the Heralds."
Daren quickly closed his mouth which had fallen open. Selenay felt like covering her face in shock. Instead she kept her face impassive. "Firesong, she has given us no offense. Indeed I was the one to order her that set of clothing. I fear you are the one who offended her." Firesong knew she was right but couldn't bring himself to follow her. Instead he stayed at the party and only when others began to leave did he leave for the ekele.
Shadowflame walked towards her ekele. She passed by Companion's field and noticed a darker shape following along. Instead of continuing on, she jumped over the fence and wrapped her arms around Darkfire's neck, burying her face into his mane. He nuzzled her a bit offering her what comfort he could.
"He will never understand. I can never tell him, Darkfire." 'Flame kept her tears in check by sheer force of will. She rubbed her face against his silken neck. "He is his father's son. You and Ayren are now the only family I have left."
Gently Darkfire turned from her and led her towards a stand of trees in a corner of the field. There he lay down and she lay down next to him so her head was cradled on his side. Her hand strayed to her belly, that she always kept covered, where scars crisscrossed as faded white lines. Matching scars wove across her back where the mage energies had whipped across her.
Those same energies were the reason she had her deep red hair instead of the silvery white that she had had before. The energies were also what had changed Darkfire into more than a horse yet slightly less than a Companion. He was now bonded to her and she to him by those same energies.
She lay there seeing the stars sparkling overhead and feeling a cool breeze tickle the tendrils of hair that had escaped her careful braid. Darkfire was a warm strong presence at her back. Soon the soft fall of hooves reached her ears. She looked up to see one of the dyheli looking at her intently.
:May I help you?: she asked almost acerbically, looking directly into his eyes.
The dyheli carefully lay himself down, folding his legs under him. :I heard your distress and wondered if I could help.: He said quite calmly. :I am King Tyrsell of the k'Valdemar Vale dyheli. Is there anything I can do for you?:
'Flame chuckled weakly, and shook her head. :No, my Lord, there is nothing you can do. None of us have the power to change the past . Nor do any of us have the heartlessness to impose our will upon on another to make them understand…: 'Flame allowed the thought to trail off. There was nothing the King stag could do to help her. Nothing she was willing for him to do.
The King stag could take her memories and put them in another's head but that would be too cruel and she had no wish for any of them to know what she went through. She moved a bit settling herself closer to Darkfire. She knew she'd be spending the night here unable to face the other Tayledrans. She closed her eyes and willed herself to relax. Luckily it was a beautiful night.
Selenay walked back to the royal rooms, Daren at her side. "I worry about 'Flame." She said as they went into the room. Daren closed the door with a sigh, knowing that sleep would come late to both of them. "I had heard that it was hard for her to be around other Tayledrans but didn't know how hard it was."
Daren began stripping off his finery, as his wife had begun to. "There is nothing we can do except be her friends, love. It is not our right to interfere."
Selenay sighed as she finished putting her jewelry away. "I know. That worries me all the more. You didn't see her face as she left, Daren. She was devastated by what Firesong had said."
Daren put on a robe and began rubbing her shoulders trying to take out some of the tension there. "I know, love. What would you do though? Send Firesong away? We cannot do that."
She sighed again relaxing back against him. "We will have to think of something."
Daren agreed with her and led her to bed.
Back at the ekele, Firesong had stripped himself of all his finery and lay in bed next to Silverfox, thinking. He knew that this room had been Shadowflame's before they had come. Now his clothes occupied the closet and were scattered around the room. He sighed and again shifted to try to get comfortable. Silverfox rolled over and put a hand on his shoulder. "Tell me." He said simply rolling Firesong over to massage his back.
Firesong was silent for a time, staring out the window. "Father always hated her. Always. I understand now why but not then. Her entire life she was handed off from vale to vale. Once she left us she was never allowed to return to see mother. Not even when she was dying. Father and I fought long and hard over that." He closed his eyes remembering that horrific fight. "Finally when she was old enough, before she had bonded with a bird, she left the vales to travel. She often came to a vale unannounced or without warning." He turned his head the other way, allowing access to different muscles.
"When I was taken by Vanyel, the last I had heard of her was that she would stay at no vale longer than a night. Then when I was here, before the Storms, no one had heard from her for several months." He grunted slightly as Silverfox found a hard knot. "Afterwards, I was told that she had been found injured and was recovering. Then, nothing." He shifted slightly. "I didn't even know she was here. Or that she was alright."
The last was slightly shaky as he tried to fight his tears. Silverfox said nothing for a time. Then he spoke. "Ashke, you have done nothing to be ashamed of. Your father has his own reasoning. And she seems to me to be a lot like her older brother, going her own way."
Firesong chuckled weakly as he was supposed to. Silverfox wasn't done. "Something happened to her. Something she has no wish for anyone to find out. She looks well, but I can see her walking carefully. She seems to be afraid of much. You may not have seen it, love, but when she saw us she was afraid."
Firesong hadn't noticed. "Afraid? Of what? Of us why?"
Silverfox stopped the massage and lay down with a sigh. "I don't know. Yet it was there. Perhaps you should ask her."
Firesong thought for a moment. Even though they hadn't lived together they had been good friends, sending messages as they had been able. He didn't know half of what she had grown up with, couldn't imagine it. His parents had loved him immensely and had always been with him as they could.
Yet Shadowflame, she'd been tossed about her entire life from vale to vale, being forced to leave k'Treva when she was only 2 years old. She had never had the home or the love he had. He had been through his own trials it was true but he'd had friends. Whatever she'd been through she'd had no one. He didn't realize he'd spoken the last thought out loud until Silverfox spoke. "Not true. She had Darkfire and Ayren. She seems to set great store in them. And she has made friends here."
Firesong grunted in agreement. If Selenay's reaction was anything to go by, then she had made powerful friends indeed. Yet how had she managed it? Every time she'd ever been mentioned to him was as an outcast, someone others tolerated but didn't really like. Then again here she was in Haven, with the Queen defending her no less!
Silverfox raised himself on his elbow and looked down at Firesong. "Ashke, the only thing you can do is ask her. You are not your father and hold nothing against her. Find out why she was afraid. Find out how her hair came to be red. TALK to her."
Firesong sighed again knowing Silverfox was right. He had to talk to her. But for now…. He kissed his beloved which of course led to much more than that.
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To Fireblade-- Rub Krathnae's crest again for me and for Kyrette (He needs some help)
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Kyrette! Get over here we're not done yet. Kids off! Wait until Mom's done OK?
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Kyrette- :Please don't you love me readers? If so please say so, Cat neglects me so.:
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Cat- *throwing hands in the air* I give up! R&R folks!
I own NOTHING in this story save Shadowflame, Darkfire and Ayren. Everything else belongs to Mercedes Lackey. Oh and all the mistakes are mine too. ;P
Anyways- This chappie was done through great pain and neglect. Poor Kyrette could not play with the children for three whole hours while this was getting written.
Kyrette- :Can I please go play with the children now??:
Cat- Wait just a few moments while I finish things up ok? Then you can play with them while I cook.
Kyrette- :Good! Hurry!:
Geez you see what you get trying to write with a muse who loves your kids more than you?
So I'll let you read this now and there'll be more at the end....
Chapter 3-
That night Firesong began to wonder what had happened to his sister. No one of them had seen her since she had offered them her hospitality and had the bath brought to his room.
Admittedly he had been shocked when she had not only offered her home to them but had seen to his personal quirks. He had been shocked but honored. He thought he could guess how hard it was for her to be around other Hawkbrothers. She had been tossed from vale to vale from the time she was 3.
Firesong sighed and closed his eyes for just a moment, allowing the memories to wash over him.
The night was cool outside the veil. Winter had just released its grasp on the outside world. Inside the veil, Starfall paced around the bathing pool, his usually unreadable face a study in seething anger. Near the edge of the Vale, his wife was in tears as she handed over her beautiful red haired child to another relative. Firesong stood near the railing of the ekele where he could see both his parents. He saw his uncle leave with his silent little sister and again cursed his father's stubbornness.
Later that night, the argument roused him out of a sound sleep. "I have done what you asked of me! I have given my child away to make you happy! What more could you ask of me?!" His mother's voice pierced the night.
"I want it to never have happened!" Starfall's angry voice was softer but much more deadly than his wife's. "For the rest of my life I have to know that somewhere that little brat is out there!"
Firesong hadn't listened any longer, not wanting to hear the argument again. They had fought over it for months now. When his father had come home from almost a year being gone, with Firesong with him, they had both been shocked to find his mother very pregnant and very quiet as to who the father might be.
His father had questioned everyone in the vale yet no one had known nor confessed to being the father. Firesong had been happy to welcome a new sibling. He had not been able to understand why his father had been so angry until he had figured out that the child was not his father's.
A few years later…
Firesong sat inside his own ekele finishing his packaging instructions to the hertasi that was packing his belongings for his trip to Haven. He was startled to hear furtive steps on his stairs. Freezing, his bird Aya, fluttered to her perch, they both listened to his surprise visitor come up the stairs.
Then, a very dear face, framed by silver-white hair like his own, poked her head around the doorframe. Quickly he grabbed her and dragged her into the room. "What are you doing here? Are you insane if my father sees you…" She cut him off laughing.
"Do you think me so poor a scout to get caught by him?" She shoved him away and studied his outfit. "Still the peacock I see."
"And you're still the wren, sis." He hugged her to him and she returned it, snuggling close to him for a moment.
"I came to say good bye, Firesong," she said into his chest. "You're going on to Haven and I must travel for a time. Be careful, big brother." without another word she turned and left. That was the last time he saw her….
Firesong came back to himself with a small shake. That was a long time ago. Now he had seen his sister again and she was changed. Changed in ways he couldn't begin to understand. First was her hair. How had it become red? How had her hair changed color from the silvery white of most Tayledrans to the deep red, almost mahogany color that she bore now?
When his entire party was gathered, Firesong led the way out of the vale and towards the Royal Gardens where the reception would take place. Aya and Kuari led the way, winging overhead to perch in the trees ringing the garden. Ayren was already there but Firesong could not see his sister.
Then as he began to ignore the others in his group, the crowd parted a bit and let him see to where Alberich, Selenay and Talia were standing. But they were not alone. Standing with them was a young woman wearing clothes that looked very similar to a Herald's formal whites. When she turned and looked in his direction he caught his breath. Silverfox was standing next to him and turned to him. "What is it?" He asked softly allowing Darien to carry the conversation with the Seneschal.
Firesong closed his eyes hoping it would go away but when he opened them he saw his sister headed his way and her outfit had not changed. He looked at Silverfox. "Do you see what she is wearing?!" He hissed.
Shadowflame chuckled overhearing what he said. "Don't worry Firesong there is nothing wrong with my outfit."
He clenched his fists but kept his voice low. "How can you say that? You are mocking all of the Heralds! How could you dare to wear that?"
Firesong then saw something he'd only ever seen when his father was around. Shadowflame's face went blank and her eyes went as dark as crystal eyes could. "I do not mock them, Adept Firesong. I honor them. Queen Selenay herself ordered these 'Blacks' made for me because of what I have become and what Darkfire has become. If you ask instead of judge you would know this." She bowed, very correctly to the entire delegation. "If you'll forgive me, I don't feel well and will return to my ekele." So saying she turned on her heel and made excuses to Selenay and left the garden. Ayren left his tree and followed her after giving Firesong an angry look.
Firesong stood silently, watching her rigid back leave the garden and be swallowed by the shadows.
Selenay watched her as well. Her Companion, Caryo, an ever calm presence in the back of her mind, spoke. :Darkfire knows what has happened and is waiting for her. Do not worry, he will care for her.: Selenay released a sigh of relief. Darkfire had calmed her before and would know what to do for her.
Selenay thought of the young Lady and wondered what had happened to make her leave so abruptly. So she followed the girl's path and saw Firesong looking (she thought) shocked, dazed and most assuredly, confused. She strolled over to him unhurriedly. She nodded to people on the way. From the other side of the garden she could see Daren also making his way toward Firesong. They drew the entire Tayledran group to one side of the garden where Talia and Alberich stood between them and the rest of the party.
Firesong was the first to speak. "Your Majesty, I apologize for any insult my sister has inadvertently given you with her copying the formal wear of the Heralds."
Daren quickly closed his mouth which had fallen open. Selenay felt like covering her face in shock. Instead she kept her face impassive. "Firesong, she has given us no offense. Indeed I was the one to order her that set of clothing. I fear you are the one who offended her." Firesong knew she was right but couldn't bring himself to follow her. Instead he stayed at the party and only when others began to leave did he leave for the ekele.
Shadowflame walked towards her ekele. She passed by Companion's field and noticed a darker shape following along. Instead of continuing on, she jumped over the fence and wrapped her arms around Darkfire's neck, burying her face into his mane. He nuzzled her a bit offering her what comfort he could.
"He will never understand. I can never tell him, Darkfire." 'Flame kept her tears in check by sheer force of will. She rubbed her face against his silken neck. "He is his father's son. You and Ayren are now the only family I have left."
Gently Darkfire turned from her and led her towards a stand of trees in a corner of the field. There he lay down and she lay down next to him so her head was cradled on his side. Her hand strayed to her belly, that she always kept covered, where scars crisscrossed as faded white lines. Matching scars wove across her back where the mage energies had whipped across her.
Those same energies were the reason she had her deep red hair instead of the silvery white that she had had before. The energies were also what had changed Darkfire into more than a horse yet slightly less than a Companion. He was now bonded to her and she to him by those same energies.
She lay there seeing the stars sparkling overhead and feeling a cool breeze tickle the tendrils of hair that had escaped her careful braid. Darkfire was a warm strong presence at her back. Soon the soft fall of hooves reached her ears. She looked up to see one of the dyheli looking at her intently.
:May I help you?: she asked almost acerbically, looking directly into his eyes.
The dyheli carefully lay himself down, folding his legs under him. :I heard your distress and wondered if I could help.: He said quite calmly. :I am King Tyrsell of the k'Valdemar Vale dyheli. Is there anything I can do for you?:
'Flame chuckled weakly, and shook her head. :No, my Lord, there is nothing you can do. None of us have the power to change the past . Nor do any of us have the heartlessness to impose our will upon on another to make them understand…: 'Flame allowed the thought to trail off. There was nothing the King stag could do to help her. Nothing she was willing for him to do.
The King stag could take her memories and put them in another's head but that would be too cruel and she had no wish for any of them to know what she went through. She moved a bit settling herself closer to Darkfire. She knew she'd be spending the night here unable to face the other Tayledrans. She closed her eyes and willed herself to relax. Luckily it was a beautiful night.
Selenay walked back to the royal rooms, Daren at her side. "I worry about 'Flame." She said as they went into the room. Daren closed the door with a sigh, knowing that sleep would come late to both of them. "I had heard that it was hard for her to be around other Tayledrans but didn't know how hard it was."
Daren began stripping off his finery, as his wife had begun to. "There is nothing we can do except be her friends, love. It is not our right to interfere."
Selenay sighed as she finished putting her jewelry away. "I know. That worries me all the more. You didn't see her face as she left, Daren. She was devastated by what Firesong had said."
Daren put on a robe and began rubbing her shoulders trying to take out some of the tension there. "I know, love. What would you do though? Send Firesong away? We cannot do that."
She sighed again relaxing back against him. "We will have to think of something."
Daren agreed with her and led her to bed.
Back at the ekele, Firesong had stripped himself of all his finery and lay in bed next to Silverfox, thinking. He knew that this room had been Shadowflame's before they had come. Now his clothes occupied the closet and were scattered around the room. He sighed and again shifted to try to get comfortable. Silverfox rolled over and put a hand on his shoulder. "Tell me." He said simply rolling Firesong over to massage his back.
Firesong was silent for a time, staring out the window. "Father always hated her. Always. I understand now why but not then. Her entire life she was handed off from vale to vale. Once she left us she was never allowed to return to see mother. Not even when she was dying. Father and I fought long and hard over that." He closed his eyes remembering that horrific fight. "Finally when she was old enough, before she had bonded with a bird, she left the vales to travel. She often came to a vale unannounced or without warning." He turned his head the other way, allowing access to different muscles.
"When I was taken by Vanyel, the last I had heard of her was that she would stay at no vale longer than a night. Then when I was here, before the Storms, no one had heard from her for several months." He grunted slightly as Silverfox found a hard knot. "Afterwards, I was told that she had been found injured and was recovering. Then, nothing." He shifted slightly. "I didn't even know she was here. Or that she was alright."
The last was slightly shaky as he tried to fight his tears. Silverfox said nothing for a time. Then he spoke. "Ashke, you have done nothing to be ashamed of. Your father has his own reasoning. And she seems to me to be a lot like her older brother, going her own way."
Firesong chuckled weakly as he was supposed to. Silverfox wasn't done. "Something happened to her. Something she has no wish for anyone to find out. She looks well, but I can see her walking carefully. She seems to be afraid of much. You may not have seen it, love, but when she saw us she was afraid."
Firesong hadn't noticed. "Afraid? Of what? Of us why?"
Silverfox stopped the massage and lay down with a sigh. "I don't know. Yet it was there. Perhaps you should ask her."
Firesong thought for a moment. Even though they hadn't lived together they had been good friends, sending messages as they had been able. He didn't know half of what she had grown up with, couldn't imagine it. His parents had loved him immensely and had always been with him as they could.
Yet Shadowflame, she'd been tossed about her entire life from vale to vale, being forced to leave k'Treva when she was only 2 years old. She had never had the home or the love he had. He had been through his own trials it was true but he'd had friends. Whatever she'd been through she'd had no one. He didn't realize he'd spoken the last thought out loud until Silverfox spoke. "Not true. She had Darkfire and Ayren. She seems to set great store in them. And she has made friends here."
Firesong grunted in agreement. If Selenay's reaction was anything to go by, then she had made powerful friends indeed. Yet how had she managed it? Every time she'd ever been mentioned to him was as an outcast, someone others tolerated but didn't really like. Then again here she was in Haven, with the Queen defending her no less!
Silverfox raised himself on his elbow and looked down at Firesong. "Ashke, the only thing you can do is ask her. You are not your father and hold nothing against her. Find out why she was afraid. Find out how her hair came to be red. TALK to her."
Firesong sighed again knowing Silverfox was right. He had to talk to her. But for now…. He kissed his beloved which of course led to much more than that.
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A/N Miss me yet? LOL
Time to thank the reviewers...
To Fireblade-- Rub Krathnae's crest again for me and for Kyrette (He needs some help)
To Hawk-- You were right OOPS!!! *smacking my forehead* Thanks for the heads up!
To etcetera cat-- My boo boos!!!! I won't even blame it on Kyrette this time!
Kyrette! Get over here we're not done yet. Kids off! Wait until Mom's done OK?
So More reviews please... You'll make Kyrette think no one loves him. Of course, if you scrtach just below his left cheek, he may write more much faster! LOL I scratch his cheek most nights after the kids go to bed so he'll stay up with me! Then we can give YOU more!!!
So Folks find the pretty purple button and give your thanks to Kyrette. I'm just the hands that work the keys. He's the one doing the hard work *wink wink*
Kyrette- :Please don't you love me readers? If so please say so, Cat neglects me so.:
Cat- Hey! *Giving a dirty look at the "oh so poor neglected muse" (currently getting scratched by the eldest kid) You're neglected? "I" am the one who has to cook clean take care of the kids AND type for you. Who's neglected?
Kyrette- *giving me a sly look* :YOU don't have to beg for readers:
Cat- *throwing hands in the air* I give up! R&R folks!