Authors Note: Still sorry for that hicup earlier. You've mad me feel guilty
now. I have to sit here and write until you forgive me.
Lirael using her owl charter skin had arrived at the house sometime after midnight. She landed in the garden and felt too exhausted to even get to her bed. Lirael fell asleep in the lower parlour that night and woke just early enough to see the man jumping from stone to stone to get across the River. The sendings had covered her in a blanket and taken away her cloak, she now took that for granted at the house. When he looked up to see Lirael already standing on the house's doorstep he looked a little disappointed.
"How did you get here so fast?" Rell asked just after making the final leap to the island that Abhorsen's house was built on.
"Oh I have my ways." She said slyly.
"How did you get here?" She asked surprised at his speed.
"Boat. I left it a little way upriver." He said quickly. They walked silently back up to the house. They entered silently and went up the main steps into the body of the Abhorsen's house. The sendings began to crowd round them, taking cloaks, swords and packs.
"I expect you'll want some sleep." Lirael said casually walking towards the staircase.
"No, I'm alright thanks." He said quickly, feeling a little out of place and not a little tired.
"Well, lets have some breakfast, then you can tell me what happened." Lirael said smiling, she continued up the stairs and Rell followed taking in the wonderment of being inside the legendary house. Only ever families of the Abhorsen usually got to see inside it.
"There are bedrooms and showers here. I will be upstairs and then we can have breakfast." She said, looking at the bemused boy infront of her. He had seemed so mysterious the night before, but somehow we had slightly lost that edge to him.
"Wait, sorry what is your name?" She asked just about to leave.
"Most people call me Rell." He said tentatively.
"Fine, I'll see you in a minute Rell." Lirael said, she just wanted to know what it felt like to say. Lirael then disappeared up to the Abhorsen's bedroom, which Sabriel had offered her since the binding of the destroyer.
Rell had been amazed at how clean and proper the house was, everything was completely immaculate, he had either lived on the road or grotty pubs and inns for most of his life so this was luxury beyond belief. He had never felt so clean, or smelt so nice before now either. His hair was tied back, he was in proper clothes that the sendings had offered him (despite his own intentions to wear his travelling gear) and there were oils and liquids in the shower that he had never seen before. It was all too wierd. Still he had arranged to come here himself, and began to remember why he had.
Rell was waiting on the landing as Lirael came down the stairs, she rushed them, but Rell thought she looked both graceful and beautiful. Her ebony hair was tied back, she was in flowing robes and looked all the better for not wearing a bell bandoleer. "Now for breakfast." She said excitedly as she reached him.
Lirael using her owl charter skin had arrived at the house sometime after midnight. She landed in the garden and felt too exhausted to even get to her bed. Lirael fell asleep in the lower parlour that night and woke just early enough to see the man jumping from stone to stone to get across the River. The sendings had covered her in a blanket and taken away her cloak, she now took that for granted at the house. When he looked up to see Lirael already standing on the house's doorstep he looked a little disappointed.
"How did you get here so fast?" Rell asked just after making the final leap to the island that Abhorsen's house was built on.
"Oh I have my ways." She said slyly.
"How did you get here?" She asked surprised at his speed.
"Boat. I left it a little way upriver." He said quickly. They walked silently back up to the house. They entered silently and went up the main steps into the body of the Abhorsen's house. The sendings began to crowd round them, taking cloaks, swords and packs.
"I expect you'll want some sleep." Lirael said casually walking towards the staircase.
"No, I'm alright thanks." He said quickly, feeling a little out of place and not a little tired.
"Well, lets have some breakfast, then you can tell me what happened." Lirael said smiling, she continued up the stairs and Rell followed taking in the wonderment of being inside the legendary house. Only ever families of the Abhorsen usually got to see inside it.
"There are bedrooms and showers here. I will be upstairs and then we can have breakfast." She said, looking at the bemused boy infront of her. He had seemed so mysterious the night before, but somehow we had slightly lost that edge to him.
"Wait, sorry what is your name?" She asked just about to leave.
"Most people call me Rell." He said tentatively.
"Fine, I'll see you in a minute Rell." Lirael said, she just wanted to know what it felt like to say. Lirael then disappeared up to the Abhorsen's bedroom, which Sabriel had offered her since the binding of the destroyer.
Rell had been amazed at how clean and proper the house was, everything was completely immaculate, he had either lived on the road or grotty pubs and inns for most of his life so this was luxury beyond belief. He had never felt so clean, or smelt so nice before now either. His hair was tied back, he was in proper clothes that the sendings had offered him (despite his own intentions to wear his travelling gear) and there were oils and liquids in the shower that he had never seen before. It was all too wierd. Still he had arranged to come here himself, and began to remember why he had.
Rell was waiting on the landing as Lirael came down the stairs, she rushed them, but Rell thought she looked both graceful and beautiful. Her ebony hair was tied back, she was in flowing robes and looked all the better for not wearing a bell bandoleer. "Now for breakfast." She said excitedly as she reached him.